I am a warm breeze.
No one thinks ill of me. How could they? I am always nice, always friendly, always sure.
But no one notices me until I am gone. How could they? I am always quiet, always steady, always.
They don’t notice all of the things that I do.
   how I comfort them,
     embrace them,
       love them.
When I leave, they are sad for a while. The warm breeze was nice to have around.
They know I’ll come back though, and it’s not worth their time to find me.
When I come back, they appreciate me a while,
They notice all the things that I do.
    how I comfort them,
      embrace them,
       love them.
It is truly a vicious cycle.
Each time I think they’ll remember…
Things will be different…
A cycle as old as the breeze itself, and I am always left alone…
They don’t notice that I have no one.
   no one to comfort me,
     no one to embrace me,
       no one to love me.