The Sulking Wind

How can I make you understand me?
Will you wipe away these wet eyes?

No matter how many times you leave, trampling underfoot—
I am nothing, in sleepless centuries of memory
I still want to find you again.

I spend the hours,
eyes closed, lying in your heart.

I will be wrung out by untimely blows,
in the gaps of cassette tape I've searched for your reflection
each evening.

Don't just trap me in the web of feeling,
…pull me very close.

I am not human, not light,
not even false emotion—
keep me at the soles of your feet.

What name shall I call you by?
You are a sudden gust of wind,
countless times you have shattered me completely.