Wind breaker

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.

Not anymore.

Not now.


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.


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