Windborne: Lost in My Own City

There are winds that carry life,
and winds that steal it away.
Some bring voices back home, others erase every path,
leaving only silence to remember the way.

Father,
do your eyes still find me
through dust and distance?
Mother,
I am only twenty-one
yet the mirror holds a ruin.

My city’s dust,
blown far away,
streets I walked
now lost in gray.

Friends
now names
carved in stone,
places
flattened
no trace remains.

My home
lies crushed beneath cold stone,
a shattered ghost of what I’ve known.
I dread the sight,
yet ache inside
to touch the ruins
where memories hide.

I’m carried
by winds unknown,
adrift and broken,
left alone.

I drift.
I dissolve.
I go with the wind,
I guess.

I'm disappearing.
Yes.