i UnFUrl tHe gEnTLe bREeZe
i LEt it gAze mE in a sERIes of dANCes
aS iT sINGs in SORroW
mISSinG tHE onE wHO hOPeD
tHE onE wHO drEAmEd
iT unFUrLeD wITh nO nOIsE
anD i sMiLE aT iT bUt,
iT kiLLS me.
Anyone feel like when you give something space to live and bloom, and you protect it, the thing leaves you at the first chance it gets?