Clockwise

Today "you" is an uneasy word, that easily slips by.
I needed you here, exhausted or bare.

I wander on my own, but you were meant to say something.
I am waiting for the lava to hit the shore, where I stand.

Clockwise.

I am not used to your approaches being brief.
For once the sunflowers are now turning to the other side, not facing the sun.