it was the softness
of her #flesh
that cried out to me,
daring me
to offer a caress
like that of the wind,
a silent touch
that passes
like a dream
& ends
all too fast.

I was crazy
in love with being in love,
but as time slipped away,
I found myself
staring at a mirror,
at a man broken
by too much time
at play.

it's not
what love forgot
that grieves his soul.
no,
it's what it remembers
every time
she walks by
with his heart in her pocket
just waiting
to be discarded.

he'll delve
into her memories
for comfort.
their first hello,
that long kiss,
after their hearts
were reborn...
everything made life
a gift
before the angels
took her home.

it was the wind
that made her appear
to be like Medusa
as her hair danced
in the air
like a seductress
waiting to claim
us all.