Wind of Change

I dusted a single crimson lock from my mouth as I whirled my body Away, away-- from the crusted white paint and single paned windows. My favorite shoes met blackened tar in light, airy steps-- Left, then right. Shifting my WEIGHT wind in my eyes, my hands grasped two shiny plastic handles below-- Left, then right. Balancing myself with determination, I s l o w l y turned my body, aligning it with your gaze. I remember, your eyes were perfectly CENTERED in the door frame. I looked into each individually-- Left, then right. Each pupil was dilated with images: colorful crayons, straightened teeth, paid tuition. The wind suddenly escaped my eyes and r u s h ed to your throat. You exhaled it from each of your lungs-- Left, then right. The wind carried y o u r w o r d s, vibrating toward my ears in a weakened croak. “Take Care." As the wind made its wayBACK to my eyes, the creases on our mouths loomed upward... I silently curved my body BACK-- The wind waiting behind me, ready to carry. My hands GrippeD on two shiny plastic handles, It lif t e d me away-- Away from the crusted white paint, and away from the single paned windows.