From now on and forever,
there will always be places in town
where we shared a hug, a kiss,
a laugh, a smile.
A reunion, a goodbye for now.
Whenever I pass them, I'm reminded
and grin like a fool.

Dear Sirocco, who am I to explain chemistry?
As it makes itself at home in my cells, all tangled.

The wind carries a scent close to yours.
I breathe a little bit deeper.

I see someone else with brown, long hair.
They're rocking your groove. Cool.

I see you in details.
I carry you in specs of dust
and bruises from playful encounters.

Who am I to make any sense of this,
when it's so much bigger than me?

You're a wind, swift and rumbunctious.
But your warmth remains.