Charlene

Stop it,

I say.

You are 

Distracting me.

You do not 

Listen.

You are simply

Wind,

And you blow

Through 

My hair,

And into

My ears.

You 

Blow down

My throat 

So I can

Barely 

Breath.

You fill

My lungs.

I feel 

You inside 

Me.

You travel

Through

The wind

Your soul.

You remind

Me how 

Life is precious 

And short.

I remember 

You in the 

Hospital

And after 

You

Died.

I walked down

The hospital 

Hallway,

Numb. 

All I heard 

Was a song 

In my head

That I had 

Never heard 

Before.

A week

Later

I went

To

A concert 

And heard

The same song.

That's when

I knew there

Was a God.

I believed 

As I sat in 

That performance 

And heard that 

Song.

It was 

Beethoven....

Hymn to the night.

When 

I left 

I walked down

The streets and 

I felt you 

Fill my soul.

The wind

Was you 

And you went 

Into my 

Lungs 

And reminded

Me to live.

And 

I have 

Every

Single day since

You died.

Charlene.