once upon a time (before the winter gained its warmth)

once upon a time

I was just a hollow tree

I was both the empty space ,

and the wind that danced between the fractured trunk

a home once so full of life

now

completely abandoned

with just echoes remaining

( small sounds

to fill the existence around me )

the wind was singing to me

but I had no strength in my arms to cradle it

oh how much I wanted

to keep it warm

but there was no heat in me to give