I am haunted with the breeze that was you...

Barely noticeable, a memory long gone, a faint whisper in the air.

Without any warning it becomes gusting with a voracious rage, cloaking my very being with rapacious eagerness, consuming me in whole.

I crumble to the floor like a tear-stained rag doll, destroyed by  my unwillingness to admit, I miss you.