The air feels like you.
Like the you I knew.
The wind whispers in my ear.
It sounds like you too.

I don't let it in anymore.
The pain, all the scars.
They would crush me.
Yet, sorrow has a way of seeping.

Like ink from a broken pen,
it spreads, staining all it touches.
Can't get your name off my mind.
Can't get your face out of my heart.

I know every inch of you.
I know nothing about you.
It's a deep inexpressible need.
An ache so deep, so strong.

There are answers I'll never find.
Wrongs that won't be made right.
So I'll swallow my pride and pain,
but the wind still whispers your name...

Such a broken heart.
Such a broken smile.
To rebuild it all again...
would take a painful while.

Logic tells me,
you'll never forgive her.
My misplaced love tells me,
you'll never forget her.

Yet, that's all I wish.
To forget those beautiful eyes
with the winter hidden behind.
To forget that breath taking smile
made with the same sweet lying lips.
To forget that name that rang like bells
now so synonymous with sleepless nights.
To forget that face surely of an angel...
yet, certainly stolen by someone much less kind.

The wind feels like you.
Like the you I knew.
But that you is gone.
I never knew her all along...