You come and you go
Like the whim of the wind
That reminds me to breathe
Or to resist and
Seek shelter.
Or a gentle breeze
Carrying night perfumes
The sweet scent of nicotiana
And the palpable dampness
of midnight.
And then you disappear
Leaving in your wake
A rustling of leaves
And yearning, only
Yearning.
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