Verbal Visions

I am in the Wind

I am in the Wind


She comes here everyday trying to find me.
Trying to find herself.
I feel her anger.
I feel her confusion.
I feel her sorrow.

She comes to remember me.
This was our favorite place.
We'd spend hours at this table
Telling stories,
Discussing politics,
All set to the music of birdsong.

It was here she learned
about my cancer,
My prognosis.
It was here she came
after my death.

She doesn’t want to let me go.
I want to tell her she doesn’t have to.
I sit across from her
And share those mornings still.
As if I am not gone.

But she cannot feel me
She doesn't feel me here.
I am in the wind,
I am in the birdsong,
I am in the sun on her face.

As the breeze stirs,
I float and whisper.
My scent is in the air.
I caress her face,
And whip my soul through her hair.

I watch her eyes find the birds
And shes cocks her head to listen.
I wait for that dimple
in her cheek to appear.
I know if it does,
she has heard me.

The birds sing my song,
They are speaking to her,
And again I float in the breeze.
And finally I see it.
That dimple.

And I know
she will be okay
without me.

Day 3 Image: Woman sitting alone at a café table