You are the wind against my face

as I run towards another,

hesitant to let me free in any direction but yours.

What if I turn to you with the wind against my back?

Begin to run and reach you, find one simple thing you lack?

You’ll tell me that you’re scared,

that you’re just not ready for this.

But darling, life is full of chance and risk

And all I want is to help you through it.

And the clothing you abandoned

in the ocean of my bedroom floor.

Has become a recurring theme that keeps on knocking at my door.