The winds, they are talking to me, they are telling me
about your life; they are trying to replicate your laughter and your smile.
They are saying the things you would have said; if you were here… they are
trying to make me smile. The trees watch, filling in the gaps left by the
strange orchestra outside my window… they chime in every once in a while, when
your throat closes up and your voice shivers with the ferocity of a storm. I
have my earphones playing a different song in my ears, but I can see you, I can
hear what you want to say. For a moment, there’s stillness, as if we are
staring at each other and comprehending the distance between us.
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