the wind was in my face

"Back from your stroll at last!" she said
"Those reddened cheeks, how stunning!"
"The wind was in my face," he said
"and I wasn't walking but running."

"I saw you from inside," she said
"lying down and bawling."
"The gale was in my eyes," he said
"and I wasn't resting but crawling."

"Better late than never, I guess
come on now, let's get going."
"The wind's still in my face," he said
"it will never stop its blowing."

sar 2009