The Whispering

The man went for a mountain run, told his fiancé of his plans. A sundial slowly waltzed on by... but the man never came back. They called in search and rescue. They spread out far into the wild. Loved ones posted a picture of him. Donning the future's angelic smile. The hours speedily turned into days. The days bleeding into weeks. White weather swallowed the mountain... The search dwindled down to nothing. They said they'd resume the search. When the weather cleared. It was an especially devilish season. So, they never really did. Talked turned from hope to closure. Blue hearts folded tight in prayer. Quickly turned into paper airplanes. On a lost flight called pure despair. In the spring his remains were found. On the banks of a silver whispering. The cause of death was undetermined. I believe it was mostly due to living. A memorial blossomed at the trailhead. Some woven from his personal affects. Things that had great meaning in his life but were quite meaningless to death.