I felt like the wind brought you to me
Sending good shivers through my spine
Entangling my skin with perpetuation
Like a good and comforting weather
I didn’t want the feeling to end
But a wind isn’t meant to stay
Like a bubble that goes to different directions;
Gone after a brief providential rupture
Then you left with no sanction
Yes, you did in an abrupt manner
Can a question be asked?
Will the wind send you back?
Will you come back?