When at night,

the wind is calm,

a stillness in the air,

I’m waiting,

and nothing seems to know,

I wait a little longer,

check again,

and the air is still.

I sometimes want

those winds to return,

the kind that shook our soul,

but made us feel alive,

we could know how to smile,

look in each other’s eyes,

only then

could we ever really

hold each other’s hand again.

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