05/17/2025
**If I Could Be the Wind**
If I could be the wind,
I would somehow find your face,
Brush past your cheek in a soft embrace.
I’d whisper all the words I never said,
And stir the silence of the dead.
I’d rattle windows in the night,
Hoping you’d wake and feel my light—
A breath, a ghost, a fleeting chill,
Still chasing what I’m chasing still.
You left, or perhaps time just pulled apart
The seams that held my weathered heart.
Yet still I wait; in dreams I stay,
Where could-have-beens don’t fade away.
Kimberley
