today he kissed me
and i became
like a puddle after rain
yesterday's hallucinations
fade into the breeze
and pick up with the wind
your memory
becomes just that
nothing but a memory
and a story in time that is no longer told
so now i know
when the wind carries that memory
and falls in my lap
the rain will come
and i will be nothing but a puddle
in his arms
until the day the wind picks you up and brings you back to me,
i will always love you
but no longer crave you
