Missing Presumed Lost

Missing Presumed Lost

When the weather brings on cloudy

And the skies scream black and blue

All the birds have taken to the trees

I’ll write my letters home to you

When the storm winds rap my window

I’ll put some driftwood on my fire

Watching movies in those ember screens

Devouring thorn tips on the brier

I'll keep writing ‘til the fading light

Has drained the colours from the day

Then sleep the downpour into dreams
Until the sun brings more to say

I wrote this in July 2017 on my blog Arhythmytic Poem Link
Sometimes people are far away or need to escape to reflect on things. It's not like running away as one does not intend to cut oneself off.