When the Wind Forgets My Name

 

“When the Wind Forgets My Name” —  🌙

The night hums softly,

and the trees lean close

as if they remember

what I’ve tried to forget.

The wind moves through me

like a ghost that knows my scent.

It calls, but not in words —

only in echoes

that shiver through the leaves.

I whisper to the stars,

but they no longer answer.

They flicker, distant,

like promises left undone.

My hands reach for what isn’t there —

for warmth, for touch, for you.

But even the air refuses to stay.

The moon hides her face tonight,

ashamed of how she glows for no one.

And I, too,

have become light

for a world

that no longer looks up.

When the wind forgets my name,

I’ll still walk barefoot through the dark —

because even silence

has your voice in it.