(Every time the wind blows, I hear your voice but you're never there)
I remember
you like sound
Sound like
words
Words like
the breeze of life
And I rise
over this city
Taken up
in your atmosphere
Seeing
your face in clouds
That form
from my longing
And
surround me like light
Light like
skies
Skies that
stretch to forever
Like my
memory of you
That
survives the passage of time
Like a
garment well-worn
Comfortable
and warm,
But put
away now
Only on
occasion to be stroked,
Touched,
to live again in its softness
Soft like
the sound of our love.
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