missing you like the flower misses the sun

I miss you like the withering pedals of a flower miss the rays of the sun. Under the shade of the mighty oak. In the midst of an autumn mornings fog . So cold and all alone patiently waiting for time. Trying so hard to reach out. Knowing there is nothing it could do. Wanting like the flower so badly to feel your warmth in the afternoon. Even if only once more.

Wishing it could turn back the clock. To the warm and sunny days of a mid-summers breeze. When it was so alive and beautiful. It felt as if it had a purpose a reason for living. Something to look forward to each day. At least then I will have known your embrace one last time. And maybe just maybe make it through one more cold and lonely night