It's just a little too much for me

It's just a little too much for me

That my hands are tearing tears from my eyes

I would look at you

But it's not really you

There's a question in the room

Someone seems to expect you to answer

We must let it lie

Until we meet again

For now

I'll love you from a distance

My friendship won't wilt with the flowers

I know that you know that

You come to me hard and fast

Borne on a divine wind on a March day

The you in front of me

Has nothing to do with you

You're in this wind

Pooling around my ankles,

Tugging at a lock of hair,

Billowing in the folds of my skirt

I feel myself smiling

Knowing you're with me

Even when you're not