Him

He looks so perfect standing there
In his warm silky clothes
Just standing there as the wind blows
So strong that he couldn't move
So intense that his clothes were filled with air
Cold air, but his soul is warm
His soul, his spirit is one in a million
When the wind suddenly stopped
Realizing there was something wrong
Recognizing that you can't take back something you love once it's gone
The storm stopped, there was a comfy tranquility
He smiled softly and continued his path peacefully