When I caught the scent of the wind today it reminded me of you, wildflowers, pollen, even the wind itself had a distinct fragrance.
It brought back memories of your face and the way the breeze would toss your hair about.
Then the gusts stirred up something within me, something new and foreign. It brought to me regret and sorrow. Regret that we saw each other so briefly; on so few occasions where pride had held back growing affection and desperation.
I regret that we had never exchanged even a single touch, an embrace, a kiss…
I regret that I could not save you and that I shed no tears for you, all for the sake of pride and self-image.
And even though we only met on such poor occasions, where we only talked killing your master and even a few candid words of your death; we talked. We talked with our eyes, with longing gazes and a silent embrace that I hadn't wanted to break; yet I had too, again for the sake of pride.
I wonder if you ever heard over the lingering gusts you left behind you; I wonder if you ever heard me whisper "goodbye".
And yet even though I convey to myself these secret musings of love's chance long past, I promise to show to you every truth and every feeling when we meet again.
Until then I remain in the land of the living, where I will reside, cursed without your touch; without even your scent that melts my heart.
But I promise to you until we meet again, every time I remember that smile you left me with, I will let go of my pride; I will let down all my armor, and I will shed a tear for you to be carried away by the wind.
