Maybe the Wind Could Tell

Wind, winds—why do I feel this way? The connection in me feels the disconnection of leaves Fleeting, hoping, embracing the feel of nostalgia. But, should I call it loneliness? Why do leaves let go? Is it really a painful metamorphosis, or just a transformation of seasons? Why do my feelings go with wind, is it the part of me I’ve been longing for? Since when did I lose you? Since when did the leaves let go and follow you? Am I, Okay? Hopeful? Better? Maybe the wind could tell.