remember that sweet
warm summer wind,
the one that caressed
your cheek
and ran its fingers
playfully through your hair?
remember the soft breeze
that teased the trees
and almost smelled like
the ocean
as it lulled you to sleep,
sweeping your worries away?
how changed it is,
grown harsh and cold,
slapping your face,
it stings your nose
and numbs the tips
of your fingers.
no longer a friend,
you seal the cracks
to keep it out,
instead of throwing
the windows wide
to welcome it in.
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