I took note of the wind that bristled through my hair

She whispered secrets
Echoed thoughts
and even dared

To speak up so that others could hear
Yet another arbitrary fear

Of whom else's but mine alone
for the wind's feelings were mine to own

Or so I thought, at the time
I thought that we were doing fine

And yes we were
Both of us simply open letters
then she wrote to me
"But we can do so much better"

and so I let her.

I let the world know who wind was, and she told the world to listen close

"It is I whom you take in, it is I whom you depend on, and as you listen to my solemn prose, know that it is I whom none can get wrong"

She spoke some more, and they all listened
and as more did, the less I took the wind in.

Thank you wind for all you've done

Finally, a new journey for me has begun.
A better one.