I should stop feeling sorry for myself
your presence is weary
Next to the house
you once lived in.
My heart is heavy.
Rain is falling
My eyes are dropping
Absent tears of sorrow and regret
I am staring at the ceiling
thinking of the past.
Where are you?
I miss you as if you have left
But you haven't left
You still lay in my nest.
Asleep and undressed,
I can't see past your skin
While you see me past my soul.
I wish I could see you akin
