Every new September
The change in the wind
makes me think of him,
sweeping in from the north,
like a storm,
that wants to bring me home.
As quickly as he returns,
is as quickly as he leaves,
and I am left with my own company,
just me, myself, and I,
on the shoreline of the sea
So I will live on the daydream,
and befriend the longing,
and lay down at night,
with the ghost of him.
Until next September
brings back
My north wind.
Every time I hope he might stay
But his favorite porch lights only shine
on a tailgate
And you just can't tame a wile thing.
As quickly as he returns
is as quickly as he leaves,
and I am left with my own company,
Just me, myself, and I,
On the shoreline of the sea.
So I will live on the daydream,
and befriend the longing,
and lay down at night,
with the ghost of him,
Until next September
brings back,
my north wind
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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