The wind came looking for him
and take him away it did, it took him away
I could only stare as he let go with ease
Up up up and away
I still felt him there, in his room
Maybe the wind had brought him back
It hadn't. It didn't. It wouldn't. It couldn't.
It flew him to the land where they don't turn back
I cried and shouted, screeched and thrashed
The bloody wind couldn't even dry my tears
It had blown away, had set on its path
Never again would he been seen back here
He had gracefully faded and had Let go
like a painting's colors run down the canvas
That's thrust in the water without its will
And fade into lightness, darkness decompose
Losing their color, lighter still
He flew like a skeletal leaf
Snatched by the wind from its branch
he'd always been elegant, painfully intelligent
So he left with the wind, graceful till the last