Wind full of smells And far-away places The last thing I said Are you sure you can take this? Hands fold together She says no Don’t turn your head No don’t just go I’m here in your yard And it’s getting colder You’re making it hard She smiled when she told me Life on the wing Like a lot of things Would be better if we didn’t try I tried Like I was walking out in your garden Or am I just being foolish Or am I just being hopefully yours