Drinking it all in

Depleted, I walk out onto the back step
barefoot and t-shirt
stand, quietly
rediscovering whistles and chirps
remembering the scent of grass and tree bark
tilting my head back to
let the sun kiss my face, my arms
closing my eyes, feeling my chest tighten
with heartache
missing the way the sun would hold and feed me
when I had the time to sit with her
I miss this
I miss her
my eyes water from too much light
but my skin drinks it in
something is taking over me
bringing me to tears
the sting of loss
exhaustion
and just plain wanting to sit and be.