Like the Wind

Like wind, she walks.

Unseen and unheard, but always there, always watching and listening.

Like the wind, she moves.

Brushing up against me, gently stirring the edges of my thoughts, tongue delicate on my mind.

Like the breeze, she speaks.

Her whispers are thoughts for my ear only, her caress is for my mind and no other.

Or at least, that's what I think.

What is to stop her from stealing away in the nighttime hours and gracing the mind of another?

Am I the only one to see her?

If only I could be certain in some tangible way, but for now I see no way of ever knowing.

Ignorance is bliss, even if you are drowning in it.

Maybe it's for the better, but maybe I am the only one who can see her.

Maybe she is mine and no other's.

Maybe.

The End

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