reminiscent

can you feel
the wind
caressing my skin?
or the sun
warming my hair?

are you here yet
in this world where
i feel as isolated
as that
lone wolf in the forest

it's hard to breathe.
but whether it's
the constriction
or
the emotion
i can't really tell.

it's been so long
since i've seen your face
but it barely feels like
it was only yesterday

some might say that
music
and
poetry
are nothing more than a medium
to the other planes of life

i'm not sure anymore.
i just know
with maybe
a bit of doubt
that you've forgiven me

and though
i'm not quite sure why
i'll try to trust
your judgement