She Called Him Wind
It was in the early fall when the colors of life were changing
Leaves painting a new carpet on the sidewalk
Eyes meeting
Exchanging glances
A pounding noise
Was that his heart?
Candleights and dinner
A starlit night
Weeks passed
He could not stay but vowed return and she called him Wind
She said the wind never stayed but took her breath
Fanned her spark into a flame
Then left again before the rain
A kin to the elements but
A stranger to the storms he left behind
Years passed
Time was now the enemy as he returned to find her gone
Fighting tears and memories
Reaching for the arms that once held him
Hearing her voice in the heavens
And she called him Wind.
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