his touch

The wind whispers in my ear

I can feel his hand

On my shoulder

I hear a voice

I turn around

Nothing’s there

I hear people talking

No one there

Voices in my head

I can’t stay focus

On this spring

When I think about him

His voice

His touch

The way feel

When he’s around

My heart dying

Inside, waiting to see him

One last time

The wind goes away

The feeling turns cold

The voices disappear

In the air

Everything is done

He is gone forever

I wrote this because I fell this way sometimes when I’m thinking about people I cared for and lost.
tell me what you think.