Dark Poem ~ Our Moaning

Gusts breathed through my hair,
gentle breeze,
threw me upon the ground.

Try to hold force,
albeit a firm caress prevailed.

Struck like stones.
Hands Grew weak.
Heart grew old.

Grasped what once was.
Hoped to maintain this stance.
Knowing all is lost.

All our memories…

Our dreams.
Our moaning.

Made us numb.
Rendered us vulnerable.
No mercy.

Save that opportunity to surrender.

To their whims.
Held on to time,
wanted to escape.

Impossible pursuit.

Hold on to all moments!

That subtle smile.
A nimble touch.

Because when all is gone…

Nothing remains.
But memory…