Saturday, January 31, 2015

Miss You

I walk tall, undefeated,
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.