When the clouds untie themselves it is often rain.
This storm is hard to pass;
But I saw a breeze, and loved you.
I was string and you were a knot.
Pulling on me tugged on you and that undid this.
Love me not.
Because to open that window screen is to let loose all the bits
That fly off into the distance never to meet again.
So, I want you to fasten me to your hair
when you feel like it helps,
Because off you go for different currents
Like you should.