it’s been more than a month.

Like the children God left behind,
We are so very alone,
And our hearts so yearn,
To warmly know and be known.

And this sense of quiet urgency
Has left me so tired,
And I need only some certainty
With which to calm my mind’s liars.

And I need only steady hands
With which to hold my shaking heart,
And I need only to stand
A small while longer until the sun can impart

Some warmth to me,
For some is all I need,
For I am so cold
And I can no longer plead.

And every step I ache,
I am waiting for this winter to break,
For I am so cold,
And this is honestly more than I can take.