I remember when you would rage, and I would hold you and wait until you were still.

You were like the wind, because it rages and screams around me, hitting me with a force stronger than I am. I can't hold the wind, but I can wait until it calms and is quiet.

You were like that, so much like that.

And now, like the wind, I can't see you but I can feel you--and sometimes if I listen hard enough, I can hear you, too.