Where’d you go
By: L.F. Young
09 April 2025
*trigger warning: none
*not my picture
I fondly , my dearest friend
that once wondrous glorious blow
how that refreshing, life giving breeze
my very own blow, felt each time he showed.
How it sounded, how it lovingly caressed
my delicate sun kissed warmed skin
how it felt… like it would never end
but sadly, what I most.
Is when I felt that last, slow silky
silent gentle blow, that fond farewell
from a dear, I thought never ending friend
softly saying nevermore, then blowing off.
To caress other, more remote locations
choosing solitude, growing old
deciding to give up, on me… the show
seeking an end, to the eternal blow.
I no-longer feel that life sustaining
gentle breath, from a once vibrant, vital
gloriously green, world once called home
now lifeless, barren, since the air retired.
Ending its job
deciding we didn’t deserve
its existence…
its life giving blow.
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