I miss the human warmth,
in all of these connections.
A soul laying weight besides,
un-tethered in its cryptic glory.
the feel of a gentle cheek,
on the hurting trembling chin.
A wave of flowing hair,
caressing the fingertips of sin.
When exactly did I stumble this far beyond?
Seeking warmth in an ocean of glacial spawn.
Where exactly does my rest belong?
Searching aethers for the ever-gone.