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WanderingMonster

South Wind

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It was September 
When you said you were leaving.  

I remembered last spring,
the way you showed up 
out of the snow, promising light and warmth
And adventure,
And I believed you.
It was wonderful, for a while;
The world was different and wild and colorful
And the sun stayed out longer,
The skies were brighter

Until they weren’t anymore.

Your words pulled on my heartstrings,
A warning that winter was coming.
The sun started to set and
I didn’t escape the cold until 
April came again but
By then it didn’t hurt that you had gone.
The world revolved, once,
And I was entirely whole by May;
Even though spring came late this time
It was gentler than the last. 

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