Sun's warmth still locked in the ground, long after dark.
And the symbolism brings a bitter smile.
Concrete rough against my skin as I stare
At the landing lights that tell you where you are,
Seeming reflections of the stars that tell me where I'm not.
...Through all the space between.
Empty.
And I would welcome rain
From clear skies,
From dry eyes.
To wash it all away.
Empty by Deluminated

