I'm the faded old photograph tucked away between pages of the romantic novel you read in high school.

I'm the smell of the coffee beans that greets you while you sip a latte macchiato on a rainy evening with your newfound love.

I'm the lyrics of a song you sing no more,
I'm the high you get from the pills you take
to drive the loneliness away.

I was there, I am here
and I will be
a part of everything that you've ever touched to your lips
or laid your eyes upon.

Every city that you breathe in,
the winds will bring my name to me.

And if not my name,
at least give to me the sigh that escapes your lips
when you feel alone in a room full of people

When you'd hold the glass of 1973 Chavignol between your fingers
like you once held my hand
I hope the color of your wine
reminds you of the color of my amber eyes
but ah! where would you find the depth.

I'd live in every second your watch ticks by,
every mile you drive out of the town where we lay beneath the ink sky and  those million stars
and made memories through the night.

Sometimes, you grow. Get over people.

But you'd never get over how they made you feel.

That's how they stay,
Like the after taste of something you ate.

And no amount of alcohol could make you forget it.