They and me. Connected.

I have seen people pass me by,
Whirlwind in their worlds.
I have seen how they make
How they break
Maybe how they take
This breeze around me.
A coldness is stirred to go on.
A feeling I had never known.
It was in the wind
It is in my ways
Swirling through my nights,
It is in my days.

I wonder if people feel
How it is before it is not.
How the touch and the glimpse
Fell before they were lost.
A rare shade of blue
Lost in another stroke.
With the snowflakes long gone
Oh! How this coldness goes on and on.
It was in the wind
It is in my sighs.
Clinging to the lashes,
Now it is in my eyes.