The breeze rustles the
Leaves in the tree,
Faintly.
I close my eyes and listen.
The breeze seems to
Carry your voice
Calling my name,
Softly.
A chill runs through me.
I look up.
The trees look as if
They're passing a message
One leaf to another
Though I will never
Hear that message
I am not like the trees
I cannot hear what they do.
The trees seem more frantic now
Branches bending in the wind
Leaves straining to reach
That extra inch
To pass the message
Faster.
But it won't matter
The message will not be heard
In the end
The message
Will be scattered into
The air between the trees
And lost...
Forever

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