The soft breeze soothes my skin
Birds are calling from the trees
I had envisioned for a moment
That you were gone
The thought danced in my head
Sitting by the meadow
The dancing turns into stomping
Little things that used to not matter
Now matter the most
Standing up
I try to get everything off of my mind
A wind picks up
But only inside of my head
A tornado of thoughts plague the brain
I cannot bear it
