This girl was the wind running wild.
A breeze too terrified to admit it was lost.
She was phantom traveling through breaths.
Her words were gales, her screams were storms.

I'd swear she was an angel, even though I don't believe.
Her lips formed constellations, behind them pure black.
She's a cloudless nights sky, her body the moon and stars.
I promise you her eyes built worlds in mine, forged truth from thin air.

So, girl. If you find this; I remember you.