Like the Wind
Like the wind you are
Always protecting me.
Your gentle presence,
Always there, never missing.
Is it foolish to wonder
What we’ll be like twenty years from now?
Is it foolish to imagine
Our happiness, our home, and our future?
It must be pretty childish,
Because you are like the wind,
And the wind never stays in one place.
It has to go wherever it needs to go.
I would never be the one to keep you back
From those who must need you more than I do.
Because if you ever have to leave,
I would tell myself to wait,
To wait for you to come back.
However long it is that we have,
Let’s stay together as long as we can.
I could see myself watching your shrinking back
Leaving my side, leaving this place, leaving our memories,
While at the same time, unable to find the voice to tell you to stay.
Would you stay if I asked you to stay?
It would simply be too much to ask,
It would simply be too selfish to ask
For your everlasting presence.
But, would you? Would you stay?
Like the wind you are
Always surrounding me.
Your sweetest words,
I’ll always remember,
I’ll always cherish.
The sound of the piano keys
Sings loudly as I write this poem.
Like a wind, it’s called.
This song reminds me of you
With it’s loving expressiveness
And its bittersweet tunes of yearning.
What else could I say to you?
Everything just seems so unimportant,
So plain and without value when compared to you.
My worries and insecurities seem to fade away
When you speak to me–but sometimes,
Sometimes they still haunt me.
Poking, prodding, and whispering to me,
That your heart may leave me before you do.
Do you still remember her? The girl from last year?
Sometimes I think of her, but I tell myself,
‘Trust him. His heart is with you. She’s no longer here.’
But I can’t help it–because, you are like the wind.
Is it funny that I think so dearly of you?
Sometimes, I wonder if you think of me the same way.
Sometimes I tell myself, ‘There is no way he likes me this much.’
And then I laugh, remembering where we stand at this moment in time,
Where I’ve always wanted to be, right here, with you.
I think we’ve been through quite a bit,
Those times when we fight and bicker.
Honestly, I rather argue with you all day long,
If it means we’ll be so much more closer
At the end of the day when we talk again.
Doesn’t it mean so much more to you?
I must admit, I hate it, this feeling
The feeling of coming so close to losing you,
Like that time we didn’t speak to one another.
I must admit, I was scared to my wits.
Day by day, I kept wondering,
Will this be the day? Or just another day?
Seven days, I remember. Seven empty days.
But when we started to talk again,
Inside of me, I felt as though, I don’t ever want to let go.
--to be continued--
Always protecting me.
Your gentle presence,
Always there, never missing.
Is it foolish to wonder
What we’ll be like twenty years from now?
Is it foolish to imagine
Our happiness, our home, and our future?
It must be pretty childish,
Because you are like the wind,
And the wind never stays in one place.
It has to go wherever it needs to go.
I would never be the one to keep you back
From those who must need you more than I do.
Because if you ever have to leave,
I would tell myself to wait,
To wait for you to come back.
However long it is that we have,
Let’s stay together as long as we can.
I could see myself watching your shrinking back
Leaving my side, leaving this place, leaving our memories,
While at the same time, unable to find the voice to tell you to stay.
Would you stay if I asked you to stay?
It would simply be too much to ask,
It would simply be too selfish to ask
For your everlasting presence.
But, would you? Would you stay?
Like the wind you are
Always surrounding me.
Your sweetest words,
I’ll always remember,
I’ll always cherish.
The sound of the piano keys
Sings loudly as I write this poem.
Like a wind, it’s called.
This song reminds me of you
With it’s loving expressiveness
And its bittersweet tunes of yearning.
What else could I say to you?
Everything just seems so unimportant,
So plain and without value when compared to you.
My worries and insecurities seem to fade away
When you speak to me–but sometimes,
Sometimes they still haunt me.
Poking, prodding, and whispering to me,
That your heart may leave me before you do.
Do you still remember her? The girl from last year?
Sometimes I think of her, but I tell myself,
‘Trust him. His heart is with you. She’s no longer here.’
But I can’t help it–because, you are like the wind.
Is it funny that I think so dearly of you?
Sometimes, I wonder if you think of me the same way.
Sometimes I tell myself, ‘There is no way he likes me this much.’
And then I laugh, remembering where we stand at this moment in time,
Where I’ve always wanted to be, right here, with you.
I think we’ve been through quite a bit,
Those times when we fight and bicker.
Honestly, I rather argue with you all day long,
If it means we’ll be so much more closer
At the end of the day when we talk again.
Doesn’t it mean so much more to you?
I must admit, I hate it, this feeling
The feeling of coming so close to losing you,
Like that time we didn’t speak to one another.
I must admit, I was scared to my wits.
Day by day, I kept wondering,
Will this be the day? Or just another day?
Seven days, I remember. Seven empty days.
But when we started to talk again,
Inside of me, I felt as though, I don’t ever want to let go.
--to be continued--