Last Minute

Coffee at midnight, hopefully this is the last time I'll be doing that for a while.
It's funny how things can change in an instant, like the direction of the wind - is that cliche? but that's how I see it, possibly feel it.
I'm holding on to the old direction in the way I hold on to nostalgia rather than an actual person.

Differences are differences, I've always been good at not missing people, so I find myself still grasping something that isn't the person so much, but the feeling of that person that occured within me for such an incredibly short amount of time.
I feel sad, in a way, about it. Also sort of annoyed. I know what's good for me! So I'd allow my mind to allow me to move on.


But, it would have been nice if the wind didn't change direction.