I look for you by nightfall.
Standing beneath the ebony sky,
i bide my time; waiting,
connecting every sparkling star,
creating my own constellations.
A cool wind blows across my face,
reminding me of your touch,
soft and sweet.
Far off, a coyote howls,
causing me to shiver.
Such a lonely sound.
I hear an engine and look to the road,
but it is only an old pickup truck,
laden with oranges.
Their citrus smell fills the air,
causing my mouth to water.
So succulent.
The night is growing darker,
the air colder.
The stars have taken on a savage shine,
so cold.
My face feels wet.
I can't figure out if I have been crying,
or if it is just rain.
I tilt my head to the sky.
Fat drops of water splash upon my cheeks.
I hear the gentle rumble of thunder,
far off in the distance.
I cannot remember if you promised to come.
If you swore this time you would be here.
Yet I wait.
And this time,
It is not only the rain that falls.

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