loving him is like chasing the wind
never certain the direction he’s heading
she gets caught in a flurry, worried
that just like the wind he’ll blow over
the thought of his embrace
she lives in for days,
and when the fair wind decides to turn
her love he leaves unabashedly to spurn
she will pretend that it didn’t mean more
silently grieving to the depths of her core

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