Secret in the wind

by Lady Nik   Jan 28, 2012


I use to love.
Use to being the
most important part of
that sentence. What ever
happened to "I do, I will, I can"?
I ask myself this too often
and now I see it's only
a secret in the wind.

Blowing away leaves
from last week...I
still remember everything
we use to talk about.
There it is again, the same
old "use to". I wonder
if you still do the things
you "use to".

Do the dead still laugh
and smile and dream?
If so then I bet you're
doing them all. I just
wish I could be there.
But writing this down
won't matter... won't
change anything about the
facts of today.

All I can do is take this
letter, tear it to pieces
and let it blow away.
Maybe one day this
won't just be a
secret in the wind.

- For Carol

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  • 11 years ago

    by Beauty In The Breaking

    Having recently lost many people I care about...I totally related to and loved this one. It was very beautiful and the feelings so perfectly expressed. If only the wind carried our letters to them. Beautiful.

    ~Angel

  • 12 years ago

    by mandy

    A stunning piece, you're a terrific writer. I could picture a person reminiscing on a park bench, their eyes glazed as they watch leaves flutter by... conjured up a lot of beautiful images. 5/5

    mandy :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    A secret when thrown to the wind will not be a secret anymore, rather it will scatter to each nook and corner and leaves its memories to be buried..I can feel the anguish behind the lines..take care.

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    It's been a while since I have read your work. I see it only gets better well done missy :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Very touching write. It's hard to forget someone, to come in terms with the gap they leave behind in the heart.

    /we use to talk about.
    There it is again, the same
    old "use to". I wonder
    if you still do the things
    you "use to".

    //
    I really loved the way you have written these, as if you are in a conversation with yourself.

    beautifully write.

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