I don't know if this makes sense
but the wind feels heavier today
like it's carrying more than just air
whispers of things left unsaid
fragments of a song I almost remember
and the weight of moments
that never quite fit into words.

The sky isn't blue
it's a color between feeling and forgetting.
And somewhere in the distance
a door closes softly
as if the world is trying to move on
from something
we can't name.



#WritcoPoemPrompt48

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