• I slide my bare feet
    along the frosty tile,
    then peek around the white washed corner
    hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
    I stumble with uncoordinated legs
    to the window to watch the sun rise.
    I lean down to pick
    a rose thorn from my toe,
    and a red salty tear drop forms upon the skin.
    But there's still no sign of you...