February Wind

on a warm February evening

I sit and listen to the wind

it rustles through the trees

unseasonal warmth covering me

strange, on a day like this

that I just want to leave this place

to drive off into the dark of night

never to return again

I feel disconnected from everything

there is nothing that holds me still

yet I cannot seem to move

the spiral spinning my head

empty as a I toss and turn

I feel you slipping away 

literally and figuratively

paralyzed, I cannot move

I’ve never been here without you

in this place I cannot call  home

and now the loneliness stings

my legs burning with the need to run

the wind roars and howls

it sounds like the inside of me

yet on the outside no one would know

the numbness that won’t set me free