Thick As Molasses

I can barely see you from the thick of the trees; my vision is blurred, my mind slurred. How can this last; the cold air is swiftly entering the warmth of a once sunny day and in exchange a curtain of black ice is strewn on the floor. Why must I stay; feelings flowing through my veins are not as they were before, bitterness lays in the strength of hate. Here I am; sitting in middle of nowhere, looking up at you, the one I yearn for. You're flying away from me; onto a new day where the sun is shining and no worries follow. Here I am; sitting in the middle of nowhere, looking up at you, seeing you free.