Wind

Bitter, bitter, biting, cold it is

Gray is the color of the sky on this day.

The ground seems to crack with each step.

I tread gently, scared of falling (again).

 

Screaming, blaring, deafening is my

music.

I try to drown everything else out..

 

We used to walk this same route

together.

 

On good days,

on bad days...

 

Now I walk alone,

my sole companion being

your phantom.

 

It's the dead of winter now

and Jack Frost

has come.

 

With nobody to speak to, I think.

My thoughts surround you;

Where you are, how you're doing,

what you do instead, now.

 

I allow my thoughts to carry me

elsewhere.

Not to a peaceful state,

but a lonesome one.

 

The wind picks up and

I take off my warm coat.

Maybe with fewer layers,

the wind will sweep me up

and carry me along,

bringing me to you.

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[ashleydawn]

I love this.