The Wind at the Window

I remember that

day so cleary.

I was waiting 

for your phone

call.

It would be the 

first time 

I would

hear your

voice.

The wind 

was howling

at the window.

A storm

was blowing

in.

It was not raining,

not yet. 

I opened

the window

to feel

the wind.

It was 

strong.

I put 

my face

up to the 

window

and let the 

wind

blow down

my throat

and into

my lungs.

I sat down

waiting

for your call.

As the rain

started,

the phone 

rang.

It was you.

What an

entrance

you made.

you blew in

with the wind

and you have

been taking

my breath

away since 

I met you.

I am not allowed

to tell you 

that.

so like

the rain,

I let my emotion

out with 

water,

with tears.

I push my 

feelings down.

Knowing that

if I do share

them, the mistake

will be 

me opening

my heart again.