The Wind Of Love Poem by chris schwartz

To walk away from you
It was easy,
Like walking away from a desert mirage
You were never real,
Although I thirst for a drink
Of your soul,
You never once offered it.
Day after day,
As the cruel sun drew beams of light
Through our existence,
The dust particles I watched
Streaming through the sun in the window
Became my friend, in the boredom,
Helplessly waiting for you,
To find yourself.

What ever happened
To promises?
They go along the wayside,
As others build roads,
Grind paths for their own
Existence,
Not thinking about those
Who they bury
Along the way.
Still staring out the window here.
And now I think it's me
Instead of you.
I should have never
Opened the window,
To let the dust of another,
Pour inside.
Come on, wind.
Blow the drapes closed.
Let me close my eyes.