Her Name in the Breeze

Street is empty, Sky turns gray. Leaves spin stories where no words Stay. A name floats by I didn’t expect. Caught in the hush Of what we forget. No one around, But I hear the sound Of syllables swirling All around. Your name not spoken, But still it came. Right in the hush, Like a soft refrain. Her name in the breeze, not loud, Not clear. But it lingers close, Like you’re still near. Was it the wind Or memory’s tease? I heard her name in the Breeze. Sidewalk shimmers in the amber Dusk. My shadow stretched, Heart full of dusk. I don’t say much, Just breathe you in. Let silence tell Where you have been. It wasn’t a voice, it wasn’t a dream. Just something in the In-between. Her name in the breeze, not loud, Not clear. Still it circles back Year to year. I never call, I never plead. But I heard her Name In the breeze. Soft flute line or muted trumpet. Wind texture continues. Guitar tremolo slowly Fades. Breather, breather, breather. Breather, Breather. Oh. Breather, breather. Breather. Breather, breather, breather. Oh. Breather, breather, Breather. Breather.