the brisk air flows
through my window and I realize
I was deep in thought of you again
my fan is turning
but still my window brings a much cooler air
like the kind you brought
the night you broke
my heart
and left your imprint on my bed.
i don't blame you,
after all, it was I who loved too much
too soon
no one has ever showed me
affection so when you were here
it was you
who kept my fan turning