the swirling clouds are above me
the trees rustle their leaves in the wind
and I am imprisoned in this chair
with bare feet on the cold concrete floor
i wait for your touch to unbind me.
your touch to remind me
to find me
my eyes follow your footsteps until
they are consumed by the sand
my hearing fails me; your voice is lost in the wailing wind
i cower, and brace myself from the onslaught of your absence
wanting more for you to reclaim me
for you to proclaim me
to tame me
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