I had always loved the wind,
before He took you from me.

I try to remember when
those plumerias would spin
as they swirled toward the ground,
twirling white and yellow.
I put one behind your ear,
and you whispered into mine,
"As long as the wind bellows
our spirits will intertwine."

It’s been well over ten years,
and I still hear your hushed voice,
murmuring with the wind chimes
heavenly, peaceful, and calm.
Sometimes, I even feel your touch
when the wind brushes against
my palm.  I squeeze to hold on,
But nothing is ever there.

As the breeze ripples my shirt,
I cling to that memory
and wonder if I, too, will spin
when I take my final step.
Will you be with me then,
Twirling likes those flowers?
I need to be with you again.
Wind take me from this tower.