always waiting—
for the sun to shine,
for you to come back

always missing something—
the rain, the clouds,
you

always wanting—
something—
greedy and overreaching

I never thought you’d leave
and now I don’t think you’ll come back
and I don’t want to tell you

I miss you when the sun
warms my face—
even when it burns

I waited so long for this
and now I don’t know how to live with it—
if it’s possible

everything I should’ve ever wanted—
and no one to share it with.