after she was gone,
you could hear her words through whispers of the wind,
you could feel her presence as you walked in the cold or in the stubs of night,
it was like she was still with the world, in touch with the uv rays the sun activated and apart of every melody from every song you heard.
she was the roots of the flowers that grew in the spring.
the whispers of the wind that blew away all of the leaves in the fall.
she was snowflakes that sprinkled down every winter.
and she was the mud that stuck to your shoes in the murky, sultry summer
-a.
