Where does the wind go when we’re gone?
twisting through the trees
winding through the fenceposts
where does it go when we leave?
the years will carry these leaves
far, far away from here
the gravel under our feet just a memory.
where does the wind go?
a few moons
sitting searching for that
you left those flowers in the hallway
they’re wilted but they still feel like home
pacing up the hall
padded feet and the smell of sunflowers
carried away in the wind
dandelions, they never found their place.
but you’re there as they swirl around me and
you’re there as the waters churn and the ocean
carves at the shore and you’re there
as the sands shift with the tides
and i remember those old piano keys
they’re covered in dust
those stars over that wooden deck we built in the backyard
that fire burning off in the distance and
i feel rain pattering in my quiet thoughts.
but i feel warm when you wrap me in your blanket
and i feel safe in the sunshine of your smile
and i feel home when i walk up those wooden stairs
and i see you standing there.