Is the nose ring new I wondered
as we hugged and exchanged a kiss
Surely I would have noticed
If she’d had a nostril pierced

Has she had her hair re-tinted
Is that something I’d have missed
I’m sure I would have noticed
if she’d had a nostril pierced

I'm drinking in her smile and laughter
There’s little better than this
I know I would have noticed
If she’d had a nostril pierced

Could I check a recent photo
When she dips a salty chip
Ha! I knew I would have noticed
If she’s had a nostril pierced

“Love the new ring, darling.”

"It's been 14 years now, dad
Since I had my nose first pierced.
You really would have noticed
It's not something you could have missed."

In quiet starlight beneath twin trees,
Where shadows danced in secret rhythms cast by campfire glows,
Hearts murmured softly to the moon.
Distance grown, lands apart,
Yet, a silent tether held firm.

Trails merge, unspoken flares,
souls in wordless chorus.
This uncharted depth treading lightly upon,
A tale unvoiced,
a memory held beneath twin trees.

the gentle wind that touch my face
reminds me of your sleeping face
take a guess my love will never less
words that i received i feel it in my chest,
all the things you said,
i will keep it like a treasure chest

I heard his name in winter’s chill,
A whisper soft, but lingers still.
He taught me all the strange and rare,
A mentor lost to rain-soaked air.

He gave his legacy, then went,
His love, his wisdom—both well-spent.
He’s now the scar I wear with pride,
A mark forever by my side.

My amore, in death’s embrace,
Yet always with me, not a trace
Of you will fade; you stay instead,
A love that lives within my head.

In mind, in heart, you’re never dead—
You live forever in my head.

While flipping through the pages of our memory book,
I found those dried flowers, and with them, your memory bloomed once again…
That even after all this time, my heart, still aching for you,
Surrendered its fragile hope of living in your yearning and crumbled, drop by drop.