To the Sun: I Miss You

as I lie in bed

awake at 3 am

I try to craft something beautiful

as to not waste this sadness

but everything that comes to me

is without rhyme

or rhythm

or reason

because all I want is the sun

and the horror of summer

with its pollen and pool pee

kid’s screams

and tourist traps.

I miss the sun

that lights days

meant for dozing.

I try instead to dream of the night

and whilst she is beautiful

(with her fair share of poetry)

security in night

was robbed from me long ago

and she cannot provide the heat

that will raise me from this darkness.

no, I need the sun.

I need her warm and bright

surrounded by blue

high in the sky 

on some day in June.

my friends and I  listening

to summertime charts 

that we will remember 

when our winter slump starts.

oh sun

how can I sleep

without knowing when 

I’ll see you next?

how can I sleep

when all I want to do

is feel your heat 

pressed against my fingertips?