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people will always rotate in and out of your life. some are come and go and some will leave for good and that's perfectly okay. change is bound to happen and it's hard to hold onto people who want to be let go. all you can do is cherish the moments you have with the people around you, especially the people who tend to leave you for a while.

you,
the embodiment of the wind itself,
always come rushing into my life
when i expect you the most
and at times the least,
leaving behind sweet welcomed chaos
in your wake.

you,
who comes in many forms
and with each interaction—
each intimate moment we share,
is always different.

one day,
you are a gentle breeze
comforting me on days so unbearable
that I wish you have you always.
Wishing that the coolness
you bring will still lull
me into a state of contentment.

another,
you are a damaging storm.
harsh and unpredictable.
in this form,
the only gust of wind
that bellows from your
pillowy lips are only
foul and poisonous.

and you,
the wind itself,
leaves just as fast as
when you arrive.
quietly and quickly,
you vanish and disappear
from my life once more.

during these times
of deafening stillness,
I cannot help but wonder
when you will come back
and when you will leave again.
all I know and
all I can predict is that
I will still be here.

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