lacking.

the pale pink of the sunrise
just clashes discreetly, pathetically,
with the red brick of the building below.
It fails miserably to penetrate the deep grey
which puts its arms around me, threateningly.

I can’t handle the entirety of it on my own,
not after appreciating the wholeness of it with you.

Of course, that’s it.
The strange sensation of emptiness as I walk.
I thought maybe my load was lighter than usual,

but it’s you I’m lacking.
Isn’t it.