Take me to where you are.
With the wind on my back and your hands on my throat,
clasp me into you.
I’ll feel your breath on my neck and be assured of my belonging.
Not to you,
but to how I feel.
One day, you’ll abandon me,
but I’ll have the marks the wind left on my back
and the marks you left from trying to hold onto me.
You once held so tightly.
Tell me, how did you let go so easily?