Broken Flowers


When your wind blows,
Its unpredictable intensity
Makes me stand still.
Paralyzed.
You too.
You text but don’t call.
Hesitant and unable
To dance with my mental wrath.
Silence envelopes.
We wait,
Wrestling with angst,
Stumbling to be one. 
(c) 2012 brownsugatou


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