I couldn’t see you, but I felt you. I should’ve known better than to try and hold what my eyes couldn’t see. What my heart and soul felt just wasn’t enough. Constantly you slipped
through my hands, but I’ll always anticipate your presence.
Arriving.
Embodying me.
Departing.
Goosebumps.
Blissful enough to cool me. Dangerous enough to chill me to the bone. Leaving me feeling bitter and betrayed, because you come and go as you please. Staying long enough to make me feel, but disappearing before you can witness my reaction. 
Chest tightening.
Short breaths.
Tears welling.
A heavy heart.
It’s as if you watch me from a distance. Like a curious bystander, you find luxury in seeing me struggle daily. Beautifying my life. Loving all who is in it. So you try and make a point. Sometimes subtly, and other times in harsh gusts. But you know you have my attention, and that’s always been good enough for you. So you leave with no explanation. Why bother when you’ve already received what you desired? I got too comfortable with the wind. Letting it wisp through me, I never thought it would make me feel so negatively. Though, you still feel the need to come back to me.
Lingering.
Mesmerizing.
Disintegrating.
Heartbreaking.
So i’ll return back to loving the sun, like I always had before the wind swept me off my feet and senses. The sun will provide the warmth and comfort that will mend me, internally. No longer will the wind make me feel so inadequately. I will not succumb to feeling numb. Rather, i’ll radiate within the soothing rays of the sun.
Sunkissed.
Glowing.
Optimistic.
Golden.