The Breeze

If I could spread my wings

And sail away

Across these fields

Of dying grass

Of mud and stones

Soon to be covered

With snow as white

As I am unpure

I asked you

How you felt about me

You said you were not sure

I am not sure

Why I still wanted you back

Even though I wasn't happy

With the way things were

Turning out to be

I thought there was something

Wrong with me

But it's not just me

You have your insecurity

Based on inadequacy

I know I am adequate

At least for this moment

Because I live for moments

Like these

To feel the breeze

The draft coming in

Beneath my door

Bare feet

On a wooden floor