Poetry: With the Wind

With the Wind

I spend a lot of time with the wind these days,

On the outskirts of worlds, where it whips through my hair with freedom.

My hair, which has grown long and wild since you left – as my days have also.

Nothing will ever be the same, but the wind blew my hair before you left and here it still remains.

-sarah treanor

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