Where are you, Love?
I cannot see your face...

You told me to reach,
so I grabbed for your hand...

The Sky’s Tears of Snow
Rain is often referred to as the sky's tears...

I am the acidic poison,
burning in your wounds...

I close my eyes when night falls,
Slipping away to unconsciousness...

I saw me
in those moments...

Note: I know there are not any apostrophes in this...
As a child, my impressionable imagination...

Heartache
Burning hatred...

I wish I could remember the type of poem this was...
As cold as...

I cannot find it.
I cannot reach it...

Where once his strong arms lingered,
I find the wind's chill assaulting me...

Where can I go,
when I want to spread wings and fly away...