Your Missing

Every real feeling feels careless
as I lay here
midst dry grass fields
My red sneakers
lazily resting on the ground
Everything feels careless
'cause nothing ever feels like us
I long for it, the breath
that image of some passionate drawing
This emptiness paints an orange cloud
upon this ripe blue sky
This night unfolds silently
as the birds go to sleep
upon overgrown branches
The thought of your hands
the imperfections
I learned to love so perfectly
This breeze calls me to you
it sinks deep within my pores
This pink sun sets
and my tears drop
at the beauty
of this divine moment
When you´re here
choking me with your
Missing.