Standing amidst
the yellows,
feeling warmth of the air
that blows.
The stubborn winds,
refusing to go unheard.
Leaving me puzzled.
I can hear
her broken promises
which once I'd adore.
Her words hitting me hard
which, now I could only ignore.

Do I know the winds?
They're whispering some things.
But do they all know,
the thing I can do is,
Ignore.