The wind blows through my hair
The wind caresses my arms
It lightly touches my cheek
Just like a light peck on the cheek
I close my eyes
Memories flood
Tears flow
Remember the times
Like it was yesterday
Like you said
It is
As I feared
It has begun.
I put my head in my arms
Cry till the sun rises
Eyes red
Sleep deprived
I walk down the road
People look
I don’t care
Behind all this
After all this
In all this
There must be a meaning.
©thelma migue, 2010
From the cizoepoetry collection
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