These woods I rarely share; an extension of my soul, or rather, where I unearthed mine — I shared with you. I observed as you discovered that place in you; here among the trees, where the heart finds home.
I remember us here.
Like a heat haze, a mirage, ghosts of my mind; I watch the memories of us float around these places we have touched. And for an instant, there is an agony; that pang of being human.
In that moment, like a savior, the wind comes.
I hear it tussle fallen leaves, shake the tall pines; I see it cross the water, little ripples getting larger. I feel it caress each strand of my hair and as it does, it collects and carries off my thoughts of you; for the wild knows this ache does not belong here.
