The wind lashed out at him
Touching his face and stroking his chin
The wind carried her scent
Touching his face and lingering by him
The terrible intimidating wind
Smelled of her hair, of her breath
Endeared to him
The wind bared his despondent heart
The scent lingering by him
Reminded him of the old simpler times
Of how he would just be lost looking at her
Her smile warming his heart
He spent an eternity just watching her
It made up the best part of his days
A voyager, a lover
She was his essence, an angel
The demise started, with that fellow
Barging in, charm and grace in his hands
His love withered and grew
Faced with envy and jealousy
He watched as they grew at ease
Felt more anger than love
Not one to walk away
The decision was made, to finally talk
The wind lashed out at him
Touching his face and stroking his chin
The wind carried her scent
Touching his face, lingering by him
The wind carried her scent
Or maybe that was just her blood
Unwashed remnants on his hands
Murder is another word for love.
