Based off of #WritcoPoemPrompt7

Here we are, standing by the beach during a thunder storm,
Hiding for cover, lovers so warm.
Yet here you aren't, your head so caught up in clouds,
You think of the future, the past, no thoughts on the now.
You sit with your voice not going above the storm's hum.
Your heart is beating, and breathing, your lungs.
Yet you can't be living because your eyes look so numb.
Cold and far away are...