And there I go again –
Holding on to the fleeting wind
Grasping on to what is familiar, but has come and gone
Dwelling on a past that was never realized.
I always fall, and I always fall hard
And I tell myself – never again.
But the feelings linger.
And try as I may, it just doesn’t go.
I wish they were like you,
Like the fleeting wind.
But they have gripped the self for too long.
The wind has passed, but they have remained.
And I don’t think I can uproot you.
Not now, not anymore.