serendipity 一 poems

these days

these days
the winds blowing
but it isnt blowing its usual light breeze
it's blowing a storm my way
a storm of everything falling apart
and you're that wind
as much as I respected you
I don't know anymore

these days
the spark in the beginning isn't there anymore
I'm dreading the moment when I hear your voice
I'm dreading the time that I have to spend with you
is it really that bad
I don't know
Maybe
Yes