Wind

Will I miss you from a distance?

In some far off remote 

time is of the essence

yet it grows and grows

behind the answers 

dwindle like dust into 

the wind it goes forever

caring my heart 

with it

Won't you read this 

on a Friday and wonder

if it's still you that

my heart pines far 

even though, I made

the move for both of us

to loneliness and longing, 

am I destined for it?

Oh god, how I do

miss you

every night and 

every morning 

and every time the 

damn wind 

blows