unlit matches

to have and to hold

is the wind
treating you well?

playing with
your hair,
dancing in
your hands.

does it's icy
lips touch
your rosy cheeks?

do you prefer it
to my hellish kisses?

we are foreigners
that once
cradled each other

and now i sit
by the window

watching the breeze
disrupt fallen
leaves
 
and wonder
do they hold
you like a lover?