Fallen
Swift she flew
Bouyed up by the cool west wind air
Held up by that trusted invisible friend
His presence reliable, dependable,
Strong, gentle
A trustworthy warm caress.
They shared a special bond.
They.
Tonight there was a cruel shift
How the weather has changed in such a short time
A squall has replaced the wind
Now turbulent, unpredictable, biting
Pushing down
down
down . . .
She was betrayed by he who she had entrusted.
He said it was time to let go.
Not that she didn't see the storm coming;
He warned her too, himself sensing all along that change was . . .
Iminent? Inherent?
And she sank down
down through the once clear skies
The bond dissolving, slipping into faded whispers.
But in time the storm must pass
He reassures her
He, the wind, is still there
Yet there is something different?
Eastward it blows.
Is this the same familiar breeze?
Still strong
Still gentle
Still able to carry her
Yet unfamiliar all the same.
Tomorrow's weather now unpredictable
Where will she go?
Where will they go?
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