October Sky

Death does not lie still

Can you hear the wind
as it whispers and beckons
a hint of a memory
I hear your voice

Caressing my face
with strands of my hair
calling out to me
making me shiver

My mind races
my heart lurches
dropping like a roller coaster
taking me back in time

Come find me
circle your arms around me
I am reluctant
to let you go.