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If I could
tear him out of my heart
and make this ok
I would
But I'm haunted
by the ghost of him everywhere I go.
Never spending a minute alone

without the breeze carrying a love note from him
and such a soul have I,
That it cannot bare

not to respond in kind,

and so our love notes float upon the wind

I breathe in deeply
such a comforting joy
and when the rain falls
And the wind wraps its forceful hug around me

the sense of longing still lingers
An aching touch

Rushing winds of desire,

passed through

Urgent and warm

or the winds

of a raging storm

passionate and avid

or as tender and loving

light and savoured.

A wistful brush of the cheek.
I sit intently, compelled to feel
your love notes on my skin
In some way I know
our love upon the wind
will lighten and warm our hearts
and thus I send my soul
to dance with you
my dearest ghost of love
on our ever loving winds.