Branford Courtyard

[turtlesturtles]

A wave of sadness washes over me
And I lose my balance
And hesitate;
Slowing my strides to steps
And my breaths to sighs.

My reverie is broken
By a couple walking towards me
I do not want them to see
My sorrow and my loss
Or the tears threatening my eyes.

I walk on quickly;
I feel as if I'm running out
Or something not quantifiable
And all I want is to lie with him
In cool sheets in a cool room

And feel the warmth of his breath
Upon my cheek.