I sit head pressed against the cold windowpane,
My forehead numbed from contact with the glass.
But nothing comes close to the chill in my heart,
Frozen by your absence, and pain.
The tears stream down my face,
Reflected by the raindrops as they
Meander downwards searching, yearning
To join together as one.
Yet they run parallel an empty void between them
Each isolated in their journeys
I long to feel your breath against my cheek.
To entwine my fingers in yours.
To feel your heartbeat in time with mine,
As one.
A glint of sun breaks through the clouds.
Weary eyes strain to see.
Is that you?
My angel.
Looking down for me.
Paula Acton 