Passing Through

Last night the wind blew.

Today I remember you

In your heels and skirt

You wore for me.

 

There was no need for me to flirt

As I knew you would be with me

For an hour or so

And then you would go.

 

The wind is passionate and free.

You wore those clothes for me

Because you knew that I like heels and skirts.

But there was no need to flirt with you.

 

You flew to Turkey.

We can both agree

That there was some delight,

And a flight to Turkey

For you.