is the carries me away

If the wind carries me away, like smoke does to ash, don't search for where I vanished— search for where I loved. For every piece of me the sky steals, a memory of you will remain, floating between sunsets and the silence after rain. If I become nothing more than a whisper in the breeze, know that every gentle wind is still trying to reach your hand. The fire may have faded, and the ashes may have scattered, but love does not burn away— it only learns another way to stay. So if the wind carries me away like smoke does to ash, don't remember me for the moment I disappeared. Remember me as the flame that burned so fiercely for you that even after I was gone, the sky still carried my heart