Whispers To The Dead Poem by Kenzie Brown

With the whip of the wind,
I feel your presence.
The unfamiliar feeling
Reminds me of the beginning.
Obviously I don't come here often,
I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry I haven't visited before,
It was just too painful.
Even though you weren't rightfully mine,
We did share something special.
If you can hear this, I'm whispering
It to the dead. Our secret is safe with me.
The unknown will remain alive until
I join you.