The Wind

Will the wind remember me as she passes me by?

on her return will she recognize me as an old friend

or just another face in the crowd?

Will the wind remember me as she asses me by or

will she quickly brush past me and not even say hi

Is that all I would get?

looked over as some vaguely recollected acquaintance

not remembering where we first met

Will the wind remember me as she passes me by?

Will she stand strong in my face bombarding me with all she is?

running through me in all her glory, encircling my soul in the majesty of her

Will the wind remember me as she passes me by?

I don't know, I cant be sure

I do know I remember her, and the joy in the memory

makes the answer so worth waiting for