A Whisper in the Wind

I am just a whisper drifting in the storm, one of many voices lost in the echo of time. A wave that touches the shore but never lingers, a flicker in the night— seen, perhaps, but never held. The ache has learned to quiet, soft like fading footprints in the sand. Yet some days, it rises like a forgotten melody, playing in the corners of my mind. And now... I don’t even know what it is.