Guides me through life,
Leads me to you,
Leads me to your love,
Leads me to believe in your love.

Now,
The wind has changed.

Her words,
Palliating yet,
Harsh,
Bitter,
Cold,
Caustic,
Left me choking.

She left me believing we were one.
She doesn’t ask me, “How are you?” anymore.
I hate her for that.

Slowly,
It erodes away,
My heart.

The wind.