Cold Breath

Early afternoon hangs light
on a bright October sky.

Soft clouds crinkle and spread
like bedsheets left unmade.

The wind carries their corners
over the silent edges of life.

Beyond the horizon, mournful waves
beat and beat with my heart.

Wind, full of unspoken words,
stirring the distant seas.

Wind that hears my empty voice
and scatters it with Autumn leaves.

How such absence stings
with each and every cold breath.

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