I can remember a few things that still make me smile.
Things yet to be pried from my memories weak hands.

I remember how your skin looked in the sunlight that afternoon.
Rose petal textured dripping with an amber glow.

I remember the sound of death as it crumbled to dust underfoot.
The leaves rendered dry and brittle to Falls callous nature.

I remember the first time I saw Canovas Cupid and Psyche.
Liquid marble weighed down my already sullen heart.

I remember the wet softness of her crimson lips in the cool fall air.
I dare say an angel if one had ever fallen graced my failings that day.

I remember so little too often sometimes for no reason.
And for those moments of reflective bliss, I'm happy.