her voice
was like the wind, present
and cold
ruffling
my coat, my hair,
filling
my ears with words
i didn't
want to hear.
i pressed on though.
as if each
mile was further away
from her.
but she wouldn't
let me stray
too far,
the rope of marriage
kept her close.
there she was, blowing,
blowing,
rippling
the flags, whistling
through the empty
hole in my heart.
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