Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Your last breath was heard echoing through the trees, across the city, into every home, into everything that lives,
You vanished right before our eyes, as quickly as the fluttering of hummingbirds wings against the beautiful blue sky,
Where have you gone?
We can still hear you, whispering through the curling pieces of clay laid across the ground,
Dried and broken cracks, veins aching for waters to return,
Stories remain, silently clinging to the empty riverbed, songs engraved in every grain of sand, resting beneath the weight of the scorching sun,
Waiting …
Miles and miles of memories etched into the scars that remain,
Wading for a current that never comes.