Why does the wind howl?
As it billows through my hair
And whispers sweet nothings in my ears.
Could it possibly have something to do
With the way it never settles in one place
For too long?
Does her father howl like the wind?
On a raw winters night.
Far away from home
Simply because he knows that when he returns
None of the damage just blows over
And before he can even attempt
To patch up the constant erosion
He will yet again be on his way
Running carelessly from the things he’s done
Stinging her face
With a flick of his wrist
As a howl escapes his lips
Just like the wind.
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