I’ve been up, in bed, listening to the rain fall and the cars whiz by. I’ve been praying, repeating mantras. Anything not to think of you. The problem is I feel you in my bones. You’re in my favorite songs. Even in the prayers that I say to escape from thoughts of you.
On these slow, lazy mornings I reach out for you; yearning to feel your warmth. The cold creeps back in. Back to listening to the rain and cars. Anything to escape you.