Could I find a drop in an ocean?
Find a missing piece in a stream
Gone too far from my reach?
Can I look at you and believe in a tomorrow?
Or will it be another day where the world
Passes by as I struggle for breath -
Fighting for air, begging for some fairness.
It all happens in its due course, they say.
You'll love some day.
But I had love, then,
I woke and you were gone.
You gave no reason.
In it, I found a reason.
You were the wind and I was the while.

© melodiousphoenix