Blowing through every nook and cranny
Through gaps unheard about
The wind has secrets that would make the
best of friends fall out.

It hears things, remembers and saves
each memory stored
Each era, each decade, each month,
hour, minute adored.

It can tell tales, give things away
through breath made of ice
No reminders, no knots in hankies
does not need telling twice.

Cold air trapped in pockets
where tissues dared to dream.
Memories blown away forever
on a daydream downstream.