The fog lay dancing on the water, hiding the horizon
Resembling a brief encounter with an old friend
The sun's rays rest gently on the shore like a fleeting romance
Just as your words press easy on my heart, relishing the reminder of finer days.

The tulip tree bloomed early                            
Having taken in its fill of the incessant rain
Proudly it stands, in its fleeting glory
Withering before its time...

Oh, how do we bloom too soon as well

Time has a fickle heart...I left my memories with her thinking I could return and pick them up but they were fleeting moments she took them with her and I am left with empty pages.