gust of wind, nudged me
today
my left cheek, this time
I, turned
to greet it and looked, and
waited
till my eyes, give-out
or cheeks
age, into docile numbness
I shall
Forever, turn to look and
wait
take your time, if you must
but please
do visit as often, as you can
my dear
till we ride, fate’s winds
side-by-side
again
© L. B. Mek
January 2022