WizMoon

Where the Pines Waited
(06-25-25)

The forest wore a silence
too heavy to bear,,
as if even the wind
had forgotten your name.

Mist hung like grief between trees,
and I walked where we once stood,
your scent like pines
still clings in my mind.

A sparrow stirred on a branch
where your laughter once lingered.
It did not sing.
Not today.
Perhaps it, too, remembered
the warmth we lost.

I whispered your promise
to the bark of a pine,
it did not answer,
but it shivered.

And so did I.

I sat by the stream we named
in that language only we spoke,
a hush between souls.
But the water no longer mirrored us.
Only a sky too pale
and a too empty boy.

If you return,
bring the sun.
These woods have grown tired
of missing your hands.

Kakaibang mga paa to
Nagkacravings maggala
Patawid sa mga dagat at lupa
Sa ibang lupalok at bansa.✈️🌎