245 Days

I find myself crying but my cheeks are dry

  and my eyes are burning

and my breathing is contained,

Nevertheless,

  my heart runs far and fast.

And I'm on a carousel with the world spinning and my feet are steady.

I do not understand why the sun shines but your heat I do not feel it.

And there it goes, 

the stab in the chest 

and so ends my days without you.

T.M.