I felt a sudden breeze
But it wasn’t cold,
You had stopped watching me
Now sleeping and on hold
As I was wide awake
Acknowledging my ache.
Neither searching or looking
Only I was
In the there at then
Folding hands in the wind
My chest against the gloom
My feet pressing the dirt
At last sagging within my myself
With the moon as my guest.
Of my eyes half asleep
And without the sound of the cry
Of the burning urge flapping inside my heart,
As the blue light of the night
Was sweeping under my breath,
I was falling in a dreamlike thought
Yearning at the last waft of the day
In an exhausting yet relieving fantasy
Of you leaving me
Of me leaving you
Of me leaving me.
For in the end,
I was not cold.