Why become nobody....

I walk down that path,
that path with a hint of pine,
just like in past,
Past when you were mine.
Walking along,
hand in hand,

It was a moment for,
Worries to halt,
Dreams to await.
because promises….
were
all over the place..
to be at the end,
end of the aisle,

So I waited.
Still I wait..

I hear your footsteps.
no, thuds of monsoon.
I hear your murmurs,
no, that’s the hailstorm,
you say “ i love you”
no, that's the
hollers of wolves..

Why become nobody,
nowhere to be found,

as the winter,
without a whisper,
to leave,
Leave with the wind.

now I wonder..
Have you ever been there,
or that’s the shadow I share.?

(This thread was intended to post under Personal Poetry.. I apologise for any inconvenience that might have occurred. Thanks.!)

It is interesting that one can feel like "nobody" when they have lost someone. Another bit of evidence that we are not as individualistic as we assume we are. I enjoyed your poem.

Sometimes we need to feel nobody to recover our real personality. It happens for example when we walk alone in the evening. We forget for a while our problems, our routine and our past. It is a perception outside time and space.