She Called Him Wind

It was in the early fall when the colors of life were changing Leaves painting a new carpet on the sidewalk Eyes meeting Exchanging glances A pounding noise Was that his heart? Candleights and dinner A starlit night Weeks passed He could not stay but vowed return and she called him Wind She said the wind never stayed but took her breath Fanned her spark into a flame Then left again before the rain A kin to the elements but A stranger to the storms he left behind Years passed Time was now the enemy as he returned to find her gone Fighting tears and memories Reaching for the arms that once held him Hearing her voice in the heavens And she called him Wind.