Thoughts of You

the sanitarium
of autumn air
arrived at long last

somehow
i fathomed it
would save me

from this driftless droll

but frigid whispers
speak of loneliness

and softly muted
skies of gray
betray the sun
by umbral answer

empty

does my hand sit still
cold and numb

as sure as seasons cycle
failing not

the absence of your touch
yet ails me

the untold world
we shared in wonder

has since turned
inside out to mock me

if only
everything within
would stop

revealing thoughts
of you

[image credit: Brynna Campbell]