The Wind Poem by Chris Bradshaw
The Wind
How long is this going to last?
She cried, but could not comprehend
The last vestiges of his tired affection
And now she's left to wonder
What went wrong
Fifteen years of loyalty
And a constant, forgiving hand
She was always there to listen
But he left her on a Sunday
And the wind blew cold as ice
Monday, December 8, 2008
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