Lonely tonight finds my arms figuratively reaching out to touch you, yet I know that is not fair.  It is only in my weakest moments that I reach for you, and only because the burden of holding myself up alone is temporarily too much to bear.  The breaking down of me is always temporary, though.  Thinking of you tonight is met with tears in my eyes and I wish I understood the impetus for the salt-laced droplets to linger.

I prefer my emotions attached to clear associations.