Wind
Would you hold my hand
and not let go
even if I ask you to?
Somehow you seem to be
The perfect stranger, the one who
understands me.
For seeing and knowing
so short a time
how do you look inside?
Your warmth is greater and
your heartbeat echoes
through me,
for I have none.
You said that someday I'd find one
and maybe I could borrow yours
for just a little longer until
I fall asleep.