The  wind  here  in  
Kansas feels calm and
soothing, but  it whispers  
how foolish I am to think
that my selfish thoughts  
of  "just  one  more  kiss"
would satisfy the aching
in my heart.

There's a hole in my
chest when you're not
with me and I hear your
restless mind echoing in
my fitful dreams.

I feel you in my bones
and my body screams that
it needs to hold you.

I curse the day I ever made
a single tear  fall  from  those
baby  blues.
                                                                                            Jon York   2021