With words and wind

I'm in the middle of the woods -far away from any kind of civilization. I'm not even sure if my thoughts or my signal are strong enough to post this message. I guess I will leave that up to fate. 

The wind up at these heights is something of amazement. Even in its calm moments, its presence is always known. It tells me a story; the chapters of me and the chapters of you.  It whispers your name thus lulling me to sleep and then wakes me up a the sudden jolt of atmospheric instability.  I can't imagine how it knows. Nonetheless, I acquiesce to its power. 

I heard through the wind, just a few months ago, that you wanted me to stay - to write the next chapter - our chapter - together. I never did hear it from you. I'm not one to force a confession - so I made plans to move on with my life. I've always had this notion that a man should be a man and say I Love You first. 

I heard through the wind, just a few days ago, that you are making plans for us to be together when the breeze changes direction.  I still haven't heard it from you. I'm not one ask too many questions- so I keep it all inside. I've always had this notion that a woman should let go when there is silence. And so I have done so. 

I felt a shift in my soul, just a few moments ago, and couldn't help but wonder, what we could have been if one of us - just one of us - had been able to whisper those words instead of leaving up to the wind. 

And somewhere down the road - a few minutes, a few days, or a few months from now I imagine that you will wonder the same. 

So it is with words and wind that I still ponder if this is the end.