Oh the tact of this is elusive to me for I elude it.
Simply waiting to be touched to fly I patiently lie on the ground.
For I have felt its breath on my neck so near to me and so warm.
Its touch I simply yearn to embrace and hold on for eternity.
As it creeps so close it can’t even be seen I reach out and I push it away.
My resentment the culprit.
Oh how I long for it.