26 March 2012


(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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