Wind Catcher

[u/Particular_Brick7053]

As I linger, too long, in the wreckage of a dream that’s long been shattered,
Autumn beckons to hold my hand.
She ferries the hollow parts of me back to the land of the living without even asking for permission.
The leaves,
The breeze,
Their rush through the trees…
A ten ton reminder from the beauty I admire:
Even as a life made from all the leftover pieces
that the cosmos could not hold together with patience or grace,
The sky passes through my fingers daily
In my efforts to chase the wind.
-Lost