With the wind

When she told the winds to send you her love
did they stop by and rustle in your ear?
Could u tell
Of what they smelt,
If it was rain or her tears?
Was it pain or just a cry
Calling you oh, so near?
Meet me, she had said,
Meet me at the pier.
Just a glance, a touch, a kiss
demands that seemed so mere.
Yet you couldn't fulfill
Something that to both of you was clear.
Did you not long for her anymore
or was losing love a fear?
When she told the winds to send you all her love
did they really stop by and rustle in your ear?

The mind's play day

There is everything around us. And sometimes there are incidents that change you inside. And its then that u start paying attention to everything that has been staring at you forever.  There are things you want and things that you want from life. I got somethin, as its said, prematurely. Inevitable as it is I couldn't have it. Didn't even want getting it at this point of life, rather hated what I would have loved having had it been a few years down the line.

Now when its gone, when it was made to go why does it feel wrong. Why Is the, then correct ,choice I made making me hollow. Every path that I take, every single turn and every little stop points to what I lost. Whenever I feel I've forgotten and I'm moving on all of it just somehow presents itself to me and there occurs a reverie.
There was nothing else that could have been done. It was a dead end so then It shouldn't, but it does feel wrong.

Not tired but ya I do want a break from searching the answers. May b I just ask myself too many questions.