Amiss

Coffee at 4 pm
The silence is deafening
I feel battered
Like I haven't slept in years

There's a promise in these smells of spring
Lost and looking for that something,
That somewhere to cling
I abide alone

I miss the drug that you are
You left me with quite the scar
The sun penetrates
My soul broken, aches

I have not the answers or desire
These days move slow and fast
Reflecting on a foggy past
No flint to start a fire

Words are reckoning
I am amiss
Longing for that depth
I blow out the candle and continue to wish

Blankets of cozy and hollow bunnies of chocolate I crave
I wonder what you are doing now
Your love was all the rave
Should I die alone and wish you beside my grave