Reaching Poem by Broken Winter

I've slept upon this thunder,
I've slept upon this dream.
I watch the days go by,
ripping my tailored seem.

I reach out for a person.
I just want to hold one hand,
for when tomorrow comes,
no one will understand.

I'm falling back farther,
bleeding as I do.
Reaching for that hand,
hoping for someone new.

But all I feel is air
nothing I can grasp.
It's pulling me down farther
in a suffocating clasp.