Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

Even The Wind Remembered

Even the wind remembered

the way
your name
once sounded
against my skin.

It carried
echoes
through the trees,

long after

you had forgotten
how to say
mine.

Chynna-Jayde Bennett
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