I thought I heard your voice speaking
as the sad reverberations of my whisper
came from those bleak hills.
You won’t be forgotten.
I thought I saw your eyes looking into mine
as the wind was breezing onto my face
and freezing my tears.
I thought I felt your hand in mine
as I shaved a few leaves
and set them free.
You won’t be left lonely.
I thought I smelled your perfume
as I breathed in the dust,
lying amidst bell flowers.
I thought I tasted our future
as the rain fell on my lips,
my face high against the sky.
We’ll be alone.