For the Wind

For the wind.

Which reminds me often about the

Evening I walked alongside her.
The night she kissed me.
The noon after that.
The night after that, cliched…
But counted stars and laughed.

Made Love.

Seven Days and Nights.
Passed.
Windy and Cold.
She was with me all the time.
Only Isaw her.

We Loved.

For the Wind.

Which reminds me of the
Night we parted.
Silent.
Starry.
Yet, dark and Abysmal.

She never came back.

The Wind still blows…
Chilling my bones and
Flesh.
Piercing it like hot needles.
But, I like it.

For the Wind.

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