As the wind tugs against me,

my hair gently caresses my face

trying to make the pain lessen.

I stand upon the cliff top

watching them fade away

on the marvelous ocean of blue

in their wooden ships.

As they get smaller

my pain grows larger.

Will they ever return? Or

will I forever stay alone.

I thought of the first two lines randomly, I guess it could interpret how I feel with friends. I don’t really know. Sorry. This is terribly rough but I don’t know I like it.