breeze
There’s no one here.
Only the wind brushes against the leaves.
The branches bend to make way for the breeze.
It reminds me of how you say, “amazing.”
I think you would say that now if you were here.
Wouldn’t you?
It’s quiet outside.
I try hard to remember how you were.
The dancing grass reminds me of how it used to be.
We would walk out into the fields.
The tall grass in those fields bent too.
You told me things.
I’m trying hard to think of what you said.
I wish it was then.
The wind pushes against me now.
If I close my eyes, it feels like it used to be.
Our old photos look like pictures of other people.
I miss the old us.
There’s no one on this street.
I’m all alone.
The trees lining it gently nod; stirred by this air.
The wind is blowing my memories of you far away.
I can’t seem to hold onto them.
I close my eyes and try to keep them for just a moment
longer as they drift away with the wind.
