It was just a feather
That slightly brushed against my skin

wished it would’ve been you

The onset of caressing me
Just like you used to do

Top to bottom
Through and through
Then you, ever so gently
Blew me away

But it was just the wind
Maybe I’ll look over my shoulder
Another day; maybe it’ll be you

Written by Vera Robinson
9:55 PM
Photo taken by Ms. Vee