Steady Sailing

The wind blows steady unseen but heard. What is this feeling of emptiness I to go to sleep with at night but soon forget in the morning? Did I pretend to forget Just to go on with my days, survive? How many times did I try to satisfy it make it go away? I know all I had to do was love. Love someone, anyone but I didn't. So no matter what I did the feeling always came back. The emptiness I used to feel so long ago was the result of an overwhelming fullness of many feelings I have choked down from the past. The wind blows steady for this I'm sure the sight is none but the touch I know. They're all come back.