wherever you are.

oh wind, where do you blow from,
tell me your origins. you carry his scent with you,
you carry soft echoes of his voice
and fill this room with my imaginings and

my sighs linger and diffuse in your airy laugh.

you must have rustled in his hair, sought refuge
in his laughter, played catch with the flyaway strands.
i long to be as lightweight as you, to play on the corner
of his lips.

bring my longings to him, let these verses make him
cast aside the world and drown in your airy breezes,
and in the quiet, when everything stills for a while,
let him find happiness.


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