Day 31 Sting of Cold: Haibun Journey View From My Window

I gaze into the darkness feeling cold and lonely. You are only inches away but across the coldness it seems like miles. No starlight shines outside or in my heart. It’s my own fault, I keep expecting you to change. You touch my arm, but I turn away waiting for you to speak first. The heat of all the unspoken thoughts gush forth in a flow of tears. I turn and fold myself into your warmth. Outside a bit of light, and the blackness in my heart melts away.

cold and darkness
of the night
pierce my heart
your hand seeking mine
wounds dressed