Him
I journey far on the wind swept into vacant rooms,Howling at the emptiness
Its food my soul
Scraping my thoughts along
as painful as the razor-burn
On the planes of his face
Heart shuttered against him
Straining to protect myself.
Yet he creeps in under the door,
Leaving the cold air behind.
As long as he is there,
A signs says "No Vacancy".
The sad gale screams outside,
Enraged at what it can'g possess.
No room for the wind, my love,
Only you and me.
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