Feeling in the pit of my stomach

It started with the other day

When the rain dripped down and smeared our view.

My heart skipped a beat knowing that the baseball fields would be too wet to play,

and so you were forced to be inside and stay-

with me.

But all you've done is sleep through the rain,

and barley touch me.

unlike the water streaming down the window pane, 

snug together in the balance of weather-

you've kept your distance like the sun hidden from our faces.

without your warmth, my heart turns cold too.

I wonder what your thinking and how your feelng,

but your basking in the rain- while I'm trying to turn us back to the sun.