there are many days when i can smile
i continually have hope
but i still find myself half empty
i only wish to find that missing half
every sunday i find myself
in a place of loneliness
in a place where
i'm reminded she exists
my only wish is to see her
to hold her hand and feel
that breath of fresh air
and hold her close
to feel complete again
i'm bitter and sour every moment
i'm confronted with the thought of her
i need to hear her voice
to calm my soul and lift me from
the hydrated soil
to lift me up
the thunder surges through me
the first clap of the year
in a way that shows me she listens
she hears my plea of happiness
she speaks to me in every dream
i want to spread the light
amongst ourselves
but i'm fearful i don't have the strength
i want to confide in her
i want her to rain upon me
and wash away this shell
and resurrect hope once more
