Dry

Here
you've set me adrift
in this vast wasteland
longing for a place
I remember
from my dreams

I stand in the wilderness
arms outstretched
scenting the air
wondering
when the rain will come

I never thought it was possible
to yearn for moisture
to feel each cell
cry out for a deluge

In this wilderness I wander
solitary and parched
unable to enter that promised place
unwilling to return to squalor

I feel I could crack
into a million tiny dry fragments
and blow away
utterly unnoticed by anyone

Will you know I'm gone?
Did you ever really sense
I was here?