Wind

I remember her aura matched the
Sentiment of her virtues along
With the rosey cheeks that tapered
Down to her chin,
Nevertheless I saw reflections
of the pain that I sent
As I glanced at the horizons full of regret
While a gust of air blew memories that
Never cease to transcend,
She had tears that could drown the wind,
The wind became the pain that made
My soul bleed again and again,
I used to breathe along with the flowers
And trees feeling free amongst the breeze,
I no longer feel the profound connection
With the breeze,
Now when the wind blows
My heart skips a beat above
Pieces of broken promises
That I never had the courage to sweep
-Nick F. Hawkins