The Longing

I look up, longing for the sun to carry you back to me,
But I only feel the tears of angels,
As they gently kiss my cheeks.
My search of empty faces,
Brings forth no familiar face.
Your voice, I will hear no more,
Nor your words, will I read.
How helpless I felt that fateful night,
When so many miles away,
Succumbing to your painful wounds,
You joined Him at the gate.