Wind whispering through my breath. <br />Searching for words, spoken at death. <br />Some in the corner, where I use to sit. <br />My favorite place, a place felt fit. <br />Cries coming from a slight easy breeze. <br />It's familar to me but doesn't please. <br />Yells flying, bouncing unknown. <br />Hits zooming through the zone. <br />All is here, never gone. <br />Floating about, on an on. <br />If by chance, you should choke. <br />It may be words torn, now sadly broke. <br />Hate devides the whispering song. <br />Pushing it away, some are gone. <br />Feeling a faint touch, thinking of you. <br />Your words surround me, bleeding through. <br />If by chance that I may. <br />Find you here, if that's okay. <br />I believe you embrace my soul. <br />Moving through me, before my fall.<br /><br />Marlene Scheer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soulmates-2/
