After your departure

 
After your departure, the wind comes up,
Whispers in my ears, stirs my comatose soul.
The pain present, in every corner is felt,
Reminiscing moments, past and absent.
The wind gently touches my wounded soul,
With every breath, sadness creeps in.
In every breeze, melancholy unfolds,
Seeking solace in its ethereal dance.
That impalpable wind, that carries your memories,
That brings your caresses, your sweet sincere sighs.
But it also brings with it your scorching absence,
That hurts my heart, filling it with longing.
The wind caresses my cheeks, wet with tears,
And wraps me in its embrace, cosy and comforting.
It whispers words that seek comfort and calm,
In this world without you, in this pain that disarms the soul.