Merry goes around

A merry go round.
Like the wheel of a cyclist.
You keep circling around seeking.
Circling around, but you're moving.
Ahead and ahead as the it turns.

Blue sky is your favorite,
But you anticipate it grey
Because you miss running in the rain

What a feeling.
Your heart is burning.
Like it does every time you hear
His delicious laughter.

Feel that?
Put your hand on your chest.
Please tell me you still feel that.

You hope this feeling never goes away...