compass

I wish I was the blanket
that kept you warm at night
I wish I was the gentle word
that made everything alright
I wish I was the compass
and you were my north pole
I wish I was the puzzle piece
that made your picture whole
I wish I was a soothing breeze
on a hot and sultry day
I wish I was so close to you
but I'm so far away

december

on a cold december morn
I numbly reach
to feel the pane
but I feel not
the cold outside
nor the bitter harsh reality
of life
the chill serves only
to spark a memory of you
when I reached out in kind
and spoke three words of love
yet none returned
just winter aire
I look outside with clouded eyes
and breathe