Lonely

I sat in the atrium listening to the sounds -
bubbling water,

soft rustles of the canary’s wings,

whispers of the wind –

as it strained in through the screen.

 

The quiet of the sounds
chilled my soul,
resounded your absence,
as a cloak of loneliness
embraced me.

 

The tears came swiftly,
Pin pricks behind delicate lashes,
An overflow of salted emotion

cutting a path of moisture

down my cheek.

 

Every thought leads back to you,
I am trapped in my own obsession -
longing for you to come back,
to pick me up once again,
to ignite the spark of love in my veins.

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[falling_toxic_rain]

Wow. Love the word choice.
Nice write.