The Wind Poem by Shannon Lasater

The wind, I can hear it, I can hear it like it's the only sound in the world,
the only sound I want to hear at this moment in time, as I lay in the field with the grass so tall, alone, away from everything, staring up into the night sky so beautiful, so stary, so black, with the moon so waxy yellow, wishing I could stay here forever, and wanting nothing more. But that when you've lost everything including yourself, and you're not sure about anything anymore, and you just want the one you loved that you lost to be there for you again to love you, to care for you when you thought nobody else you thought could, the wind blows, and you close your eyes because it feels good, the only thing that makes you know that you're still here.