The wind blows hot across the desert. Ripples form in the sand. I see a dry ocean with love drowned beneath the waves. Blisters form on my lips from the lack of you. You slipped through my fingers like so much sand leaving me rough, scarred, empty. I turn away from the sun. Desolation extends as far as the eye can see in every direction. But the wind, the wind, the wind… feels like your breath on my neck.