Finding your Voice

Alone

 Ayesah Tecson

Summer unfolds itself

outside

but it is winter in my heart.

I long for the day

when, once again,

our hands would

reach out

and embrace each other,

while our hearts

 find peace

and warmth

in the other’s rhythm.

I miss you

like the flower

misses the sun

on a cold and dark

lonely night;

all along, wishing

dawn would break,

in hopes of seeing

the sun smiling down at her,

lifting her spirits,

making her heart soar.