I watched the wind pull gossamer threads apart.
Something deep inside me shifted uncomfortably,
But for the most part I just stood and stared.

I don't want her hair ******* up my mornings
I don't want her kindness to make me sweat anymore
I wish I could pull all your memories of me
From your mind
On a string

The wind blows seeds and leaves
And yeasts and plastic shopping bags...
What winds will I dance with before it's all over?
A different wind from lovers lost--
But for the most part I just stood and stared.