I feel the longing of your heart as the wind blows,
It howls for you.
Calling angrily,
It burns my eyes, making the tears fall faster,
I hardly notice them.
They've stained my face too long.
Sadness has taken over,
Too much missed for too long.
It's faltering.
Yours does not exist.
You doubted mine,
It cannot be sustained.
Like a dried rose petal,
It crumbles.
But a rose .. will always be a rose.
March 25, 2014
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