The wind whispers your name,
and the flowers carry your scent.
I turn to the sound of your voice,
but you’re already gone.
I try to capture your smile,
but it’s no longer for me.
You are the empty space next to me in bed,
you are the words left unsaid.
Of all that love, only the echoes of you remain—
the few parts of you I can still grasp,
until I cannot.
Do I even know you anymore?
You are all I ever wanted,
and I don’t know what to do
with all this love that has nowhere to go,
because I can’t stop loving you.
Benjamin Bratz 