@Zagruth

The Wind It whispers your name in my ear, its weary, bashful gaze fixed on the ground. Sometimes, from the dust-laden corners of its eyes, a tear slips free. For so long, it has promised me your scent, yet returns empty-handed from its distant journey. I soothe it with my gaze; it glides softly over my face and moves on— this cold winter wind. Quietly, I wrap my thin blanket of loneliness around myself and lose myself in the frozen memories buried deep in my mind. Perhaps…