Linger

The stars

are too low

for a wish

to be made.

The clouds

are too hard

for the wind

to get laid.

The sun

is too dim

for a light

to shine bright.

The rain

is too dry

for each tear

every night.

The heavens

are closed,

no angels

allowed.

Each heart

that is wounded

is crying out

loud.

Ban every

promise

that was made

from above.

The heartache

that lingers

in an unproven

love.