This Breeze (for Becky)

This breeze fetches familiar scent and strength.
It was this, the breeze, that caused my
separation from Rijau and, with it, one love
I owned just months ago.

It blows now as it blew then, throwing
dead leaves to lively heights as they betray envy
for the flying birds; and though leaves are in flight,
some are the butterfly, others are the
crow, those memories that breeze alone can bring
come in droves.