Mist
The grey clouds a mirror of my mood The cold mist falling echoing the feeling in my soul A hollow aching for what I know I am missing. You are mine but, yet, not Feeling like I am trapped within a glass case... So close but, unable to feel your life-giving touch Catching only glimpses of what life could be. Needing to be lost in your arms... To feel your heart beating against my chest. I cannot breathe without you... My soul sits curled in a hopeless ball... Hugging our tether so tightly, I worry it shall snap from the strain. I, however, can not bear to pull her away She seems so fragile... I fear she would shatter from the pain.