Ben 10-4

A clear, chilling sky
A south wind
I don't miss you
but I love you

I imagine that you saw this selfsame wind.
That you told it a story for me
that it has forgotten

I tell the wind a story for you. It will forget on my behalf

It is better to tell our stories to the wind than to each other
the wind forgets the pain that we will not

wish for a world
where we could have been brothers.