Ely (n.):

The first, tiniest inkling that something, somewhere, has gone terribly wrong.

It would seem that the days without you

have a certain sadness about them

I wonder why my happiness is so dependent

on your presence

I guess the rain will fall

rather or not it is ready

When I see you I am too aware 

that I am running out of oxygen

This chamber suddenly seems crowded

what am I to do now?