Wind Trough My Veins Poem by CristiAna Popescu

I looked in her eyes and feared her words,
Trough them, she was letting me go.
'There is wind chasing trough my veins,
It's what keeps me alive,
I cannot remain, I cannot,
I wish I could, though...

You're too slow,
Your dreams to close
to the ground.
So easy to be stepped on...
So hard to hear their sound.'

I listened, then I walked
a few steps back.
I watched her, trough sands of time,
As she was tearing my sad, lonely heart
apart.