Lost Wind
It has always been like this, wind gently dancing in through the windows.
she is used to this
it has always been like this
wind gently dancing in through the windows
she was lying beside him,
her eyes darting across words emblazoned
upon an air purifier
sitting unhelpfully below
an open window
the wind dances its ten-minute journey
from the ocean to this little box
she can call home,
but for only thirteen months
for these things never last
she doesn't think much of the wind
or its gentle freshness
always staving off the summer heat
she doesn't know its preciousness
until the breeze's journey takes hours
and never manages to reach her, lost in the city
About the Creator
Leigh Fisher
I'm a writer, bookworm, sci-fi space cadet, and coffee+tea fanatic living in Brooklyn. I have an MS in Integrated Design & Media (go figure) and I'm working on my MFA in Fiction at NYU. I share poetry on Instagram as @SleeplessAuthoress.
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