It is that cool breeze that seems to chill sadness through your bones. The quiet knowing glance of emptiness as you watch the snow fall in the night. Mirroring a raw soundlessness reminding you that you are all alone. Moments of beauty that scratch at your soul, the wish to share them but only echoes roll. It is building a beautiful life for two and the melancholy realization you are the only one who will ever come home. It is thoughtful days that pass by minute on queue and the humble awareness that your day timer may be the only memories of you. It is the empty spaces that you so longingly wish you could fill. You are the silent screams of those unseen. The story of the invisible that never spoke a tale of you and me. Your inner most fear, dying alone without care or notice. A gentle leaf that is returned to the Earth and never known.