Warmer airs

I left breaking a few hearts,
And breaking mine a few times.

I left offering kisses here and there,
Walks and dinners, tea and holding hands.

The embraces became stronger daily, almost crushing,
And I had no will to fight myself free,

But the time and life did it for me,
And I left, cold and empty from grief.

With all of my mind left behind,
All imaginary kisses still filling the air between my previous and present places,
All my wishfulness, wistfulness
And longing,

All mine.