I love the title, and really like the intensity that follows. Nicely captures the turmoil of failed young romance. Think we've all been there in our way. There are always casualties, but also survivors, gaining new wisdom from each relationship that follows.

This takes me back to that odd frenzied time - I, also, love your title. The movement in this is terrific - just out of reach, like those awful dreams where you never get there. Thanks for this.

Judging from the title, your poem was not what I was expecting to read. It was a most pleasant surprise. Very well done.

I read this and I feel the break; the wind which should fill, drains instead. The length reflects a shortness of breath, the lack food & drink. Hurts so bad it's good.