You were the gentleman I met in books, the kind of lines i could read over and over again and recite even in my siesta.
Like the rhymes of the poems that cheered little kids in nursery and all the hue of magical little things in life.
Like the soft little drizzle pouring gently on my skin causing light titillation you brought clean and gentle softness into my life,
But quickly disappeared in a blink leaving a certain coldness.
You were something uncanny and unruly, something that breaks my heart and mends it all at once.
Your eyes were ocean blue showering stardust on my slumbering skin and all my reasons why.
You were a magic disappearing into nothingness, like an old scar melting away.
Little did I know, you would be my whirlwind ripping everything apart.
The lonely breeze of November now moans within my heart wrapping me around like the comfort of home.