Yet the wind tries to push me down,
To hunch low, retreat into my coat of thoughts.
Grit stings my eye, blurring the world.
I fall…
...no one catches me
...miss you.
I fall hard, awkwardly,
And the pavement bites my palms,
Burns my knee, the armor of faith groans.
Heart pounds hard, frustrated and mad.
I cry…
...no words of comfort
...miss you
I rise slow, carefully,
From a tree, a red cardinal chirps, “Hey.”
Warming sun, touches my salty cheek.
Although not here, you are with me..
I sigh…
...your message received
...miss you.
