You are

You are to me

The memory of a heartbeat

That stood the test of time

You are the freedom of fresh air

That blows away the stale remnants

Of losses past

The healing balm to salve the wounds

That others left behind

You come to me in the winter night

When my heart is longing

For the breath of summer

You are the wind that sings

In the silent space between

Today and tomorrow

You are a whisper

At times a ghost

Lost to me

In all but memory

That then returns

Bringing life

Where death haunted

The empty pages I turned

As I continued to read

The book of yesterday