Missing You

Must it be that heaven is
In empathy with me?
The gushing rain, like bitter
Teardrops flowing from my
Eyes seemingly refuse to halt.
The coldness of the breeze
That encircles my being
Aggravates the chill;
Making my body quiver,
While my soul drowns
Into solitude, lured by the
Memories of your passion
That makes me plead for
Your touch in echoed sighs.
Awakened from what feels
Like a deep trance by
The deafening sound of
Thunder and lightning
Nearly blinding,
The more I yearn to be
In your arms to seek
Safety and warmth;
Your absence becoming
Almost unbearable,
Like a void creeping within,
Giving me twinges of pain
Tonight when I miss you most.

©danabelle