Waiting

I stand here cold,

Waiting for the dusk to settle,

And the sun's warmth hits me,

Reminding me of you.

Your companionship,

Your comfort,

You stir wild,

The heat for my soul.

Nothing quite compares,

And the hole filled by you,

Is butterflies,

Now resting.

...
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© January 2015