Whispers In The Wind

Whispers In The Wind

The night grew wide,

stretching the sky,

pulling her thoughts

into silent dark.

The wind called out,

with a broken voice,

carrying names

she tried to forget.

Branches shook hard,

as if warning her,

as if they knew

what followed behind.

She walked the path,

stone after stone,

feeling each step

grow heavy again.

The world grew sharp,

cutting her calm,

turning her breath

to trembling smoke.

A whisper rose,

close to her ear,

a plea for help,

from something unseen.

She did not stop,

the night pulled more,

as footsteps matched

her own slow pace.

When she turned back,

nothing was there,

only the wind,

still calling her name.