A Wisp of Nothing
Poetry
Poetry
I catch you in the wind.
Those flickers in the breeze
that chills my bones.
Behind my eyes,
upon my skin,
you linger in the dust.
When outside is inside,
and tears have lost their salty grain,
your presence pervades the room.
Seconds, days, years, eons
I dimly remember to forget,
yet still you remain
