The wind is howling
Beckoning me
Outside is where you need to be
I would love to love you
Unconditionally
But I’ve tried that already
Your constant roving
Kept me wanting more
The Stillness roars
When you’re away
The Trees don’t say
“Good day!” with a sway
And when you happen to return
For a bit of your gentleness
I yearn
Sadly, as time goes by
Harshness is the only reply
Perhaps
I would love to love you
Again ... but
The last time you left
I fell in love with the rain
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