Chasing Memories In The Wind
Chasing memories again
Chasing memories in the wind
chasing memories again
I can taste them on my lips
I can feel them on my skin
leaving traces of your touch
across the midnight wind
Like falling grains of sand
finer than a tear
each holds a tattered memory
that whispers in my ear
“Did you say you miss me?
Did I feel your warm embrace”?
I think I even saw the outline
vaguely of your face
Your voice hangs in the air
like wind chimes in the night
floating by in my dreams
cascading in the moonlight
But then they all rushed past me
digging in my skin
like broken pieces of glass
and pierced my heart within
Chasing memories in the wind…
again
About the Creator
Robin Edwards
Robin is a veteran, having proudly served in the United States Air Force. She worked as a speech therapist for several years before retiring. She enjoys writing, working on art, and margaritas!
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