I miss the wind

nothing could prepare me for this

the winds used to sway around the trees

the breeze was music to my ears

it followed me sweetly through the rhythm

the wind is quiet

it used to flow around my fingertips
a cool feeling surrounded my limbs

consuming me

keeping me safe

it guided me

i've lost my compass

maybe that's okay

i can't see clearly

i want to see and feel again

why can't i see through

maybe its just me

what's it like to have it

i can't even remember

i'm still cold

alone

i want the wind to come back

too late

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This is a poem about loss. The wind is a symbol for something the speaker once treasured but is no longer available. The last line makes it sound as though the loss is irrevocable. On the other hand, maybe the wind has assumed another form, and the speaker needs to be flexible enough to recognize it.