To Kiss The Wind

Still in the air your eyes hang,
carried by dissolving imperfections.

Blind
I seek your scent,
naked
I feel.

My tears trace these words,
falling from this autumn pen.

Drums and flutes charm your presence
slithering away.

I wear my clothes you wore,
wearing out the smell of you.

There is no air to keep,
there are no footsteps to remember;
only your breath walking away
to kiss the wind.