whispers of you flow with the wind
like a ghost i can feel behind me
but the moment i turn there's nothing there
i feel you most on cold cloudy days
where the sun is gone
and the wind nips at my cheeks
turning me red
dry skin and chapped lips
lips that scream out your name
but no one can hear me
you don't hear me anymore
but i hear you when the wind rushes through the branches
i try to climb the trees
to see if you might be hiding up there
watching me from up above
leaving me down in the leaves that fell from the trees
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
