we slowly shed everything beautiful
lose the grip on all that is vibrant and wondrous
watch the best things about us
do a slow dance through the air
tumbling gracelessly into a pile of our strengths
gathered at the feet
of those who shook it all from us

all our dreams lie scattered in the grass
waiting for the wind to pick them up
carry them to places
far from our outstretched hands
that were hoping for their return

we become bare

there’s a world where everything’s barren
where the wind blows remnants of lives around
like pieces of dirt
the wind is unrelenting
there’s always pieces of someone’s heart
or the disarray of someone’s past getting in your hair and your eyes
the world is torn, the sky ripped open
diary pages and unsent letters fall apart against the wind
come down in torrents
creating storms of regret
no weatherman knew to predict