The weight behind her words reduced them to whispers.
Whispers that her voice couldn’t carry
so she waited for a breeze that could bear them.
A breeze strong enough to shake tree branches so rich with autumn that they dripped golden leaves.
A breeze gentle enough to carry dandelion wishes and the scent of rain.
A breeze that brushed soft against her face,
bending her heart to trust it with her secrets.
Secrets that she no longer wanted to keep,
so on the next gust of wind she let them go.
Casting them with a sigh, into a chill of air that turned her breath to vapor.
Where it lingered for a moment