All my poems cry into the wind. All my words … all my dreams … are like leaves in a storm.
As I leave her behind, she starts to cry. I’ve never seen her cry.
I’ve never looked into her eyes without getting weak in the knees.
I’ve never kissed her without chills going up and down my spine.
She stands by the road, the cool wind blowing through her dark hair.
I finally realize she is only a girl.
I’ve been around. I never should have taken her.
I see the tears falling down her cheeks.
I must go. I have things to do.
Her silence holds me.
Her tears hold me in place.
But I must go. In time, she will understand.
In time … she will understand.
That is what I tell myself.
I’ve never seen her cry … until now.
I’ve never felt like this … until now.
I take a step back.
My hand reaches out.
Her hand takes mine.
I will never let her go.
Her smile sings to me … she will never cry again.