Whispered on the Wind

Do you

Ever hear

Your name

Whispered

 

On the wind?

It isn't

In your mind.

It is

 

The sound

Of my Reeboks

Navigating

A crumbling

 

Maze.

It is

The shape

Of my body

 

Reflected

In your

Giant eye.

It is

 

The scent

Of my labors

Caught

In your clothes.

 

When you feel

My voice

Stroking your face

With the breeze,

 

Remember me.