This is my lament

For the amount to which I miss the Earth

The ground held so much familiarity

But black clouds have left me severed

My wings of wax have done me no good

Just as Icarus predicted they would


I linger while I drain from the mess that I have made

I?ll forget your face, a memory best left erased


These tears, they leave me with unbearable shame

As I inflict upon the Earth a month long rain

I apologize profusely, but my undeviating question remains,

?Do you love me??