Love Will Wander

A silent storm,

the winds

she asked me to listen to their sound

the change,

I didn’t handle it well,

I didn’t handle it,

I did know I needed to let go

thought every time

I did,

she would return

except this time,

nothing really matters,

when love

wanders

its own path

rather than that drawn

by two

sweet surrounds

holding hands.

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