In The Wind Of My Longing Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

I drift, a leaf untethered,
caught in the breath of a distant storm.
The wind carries whispers of your name,
a melody I thought was ours,
a thread of light
woven through the fabric of my hope.

But the wind has no allegiance, no home.
It carries promises, illusions,
the weight of your gaze
that once anchored me
now splinters into fragments.

I search for myself
in the places you touched me---
the hollow of my chest,
the trembling of my hands.
Each piece scattered like sand
spilling through fingers
that ones dared to hold on.

You were the horizon
I could never reach,
a mirage in the heat of my longing,
shimmering,
breaking.
And yet,
the wind called me forward.
I thought it was your voice.

Now in the quiet of the storm's eye,
Iam only the echo of my own longing,
aching in the spaces you left.
The wind moves on,
but I remain.

Tattered,
unmoored,
a fragment of who I was
in the wind of my longing.