If I Told You
by Sabrina Vilaysack


Winds crashing into this old wooden house, screaming
for a new friend.
Winds wailing hoping
I'll love them.

Winds crashing into this old wooden house, longing
for my touch.
Winds winding, and wailing along the broken drive and fields
of gold and brown, destroying the foundation they needed.

Remember when the sun shone? And the birds sung wistful morning songs?
When fields were green and plentiful, and love knew no end?
When lake water and gasoline was our home?
When the winds came in, and took that all away?

Winds crashing into this old wooden house, the
smell of dry dirt flooding in suffocating us.
You let the winds take that all away when
you passed that summer so long ago.

Winds crashing into this old wooden house we built together, begging
for my love.
I'll never see that love, love that the Winds took from me, when
you passed that summer so long ago.

Sun shining, and the willow weeping,
fields of green and plentiful,
Birds singing, and the lake urging me,
"Come, stay, I'll love you forever."





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