for the wind

spoken to the air
out of a heart distracted,
no they were not meant for you.

the pen is laid to rest
since we’ve run out of paper,
we end where we are

not where we’ve been.
though we hope to move,
we never do.

flip through empty pages,
and let the words fall down
from the air they were meant,

but i’ve chosen my currents wisely,
let them flow, let them go,

these words were meant for the wind.

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