if wishes fell like rain
then certainly I am a storm.
i’ve prayed for your lingering voice
to speak to me again
so many times
that I am drowning in these thoughts.
if you were next to me tonight
the sorrow of this storm
would turn to drops of golden sunlight
and I would flourish again
i have lost myself
in the thought of losing you
each night a dagger in my spine
a ache in my chest
an...