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.

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