With The Wind

Drifting with the cold wind is,

The fragrance of the soil,

Reminding me of questions I used to ask,

Which you answered with a smile,

Now, the silence echoes,

In the empty spaces that remain,

Between questions and answers,

Simple and plain,

Did you ever think it would be so difficult to talk,

With the ones with whom you once shared every other thought?

Drifting with the cold wind today is,

Your memories and every talk,

Making me question my every action and thought.