Alone
A leathered spirit, cold and hard. There's nothing that can break the spell cast upon that which is gone.
My heart aches for my friend. One friend, my only friend. A listener, a thinker, a wise little soul.
He led me to the gardens without a word. I followed, small feet stumbling over loose earth and thick weeds.
I learned all I know from him.
Once a lonely, lost soul. Now again. With only these feathers to remind me of what once was.
Tears of ebony fall, hot reminders, staining my freckled skin.
A gentle blow of the wind whispers to me, haunts me.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
Alli Wynn 2014
Alli Wynn 2014