The wind used to whisper things to me; even in the dead of night it would come forth, spewing its single phrase of nonsense words that never made sense. For there never had to be enough wind, there never had to be a cold night, whenever there was a doubt, the wind would answer the call.
'The crow is watching you'
Simple phrase, the five words forming together to make a concrete sentence. Yet a crow was never seen through the eyes. The call was heard when silence was too thick, the clatter and clicks of claws would appear when the world was too peaceful, and the rustle of feathers would overpower the escalades of society. The wind needed to
You're gone now and away,
sleeping silently somewhere else
never speaking and always silent.
If we had talked more,
would you still be here
lying next to me in bed?
To bring you back,
I would walk five thousand miles
just like in that song that you love.
But you'll never hear music again
and we'll all be here still
just moving here through life.
And no one gets to see your smile
while your families mourns their loss
and all we have are memories.
To bring you back
I would happily take your place
in the land of the never living.
Because you're being missed,
and no one knows,
what they're going to do without you.
Sleepi