I miss the hustling sound of the trees
the breeze touching their naked self ..
the seeming whispers of shyness ..
bare and vulnerable.

I miss the crushing sound of the leaves
while they lay in our path ..
the seeming union of two worlds ..
you and I.

I miss the soothing sound of silence
while we travelled miles together ..
the seeming distance of the hearts ..
here and gone.

And now the silence walks past us
while the breeze breathes numbness ..
the seeming stare at nothingness ..
life and death.