Winds of change blow
and echo in my mind.
the bells are chiming
a distant song.

No breeze of warning,
or melody humming,
nothing that is fading,
or even a remembrance
of what might have been.

Mine heart beats madly,
and my mind plays tricks.
A sadness is engaging
where a smile once danced
upon those lips.

And kisses.

The soft sweet velvet wine,
dripping from the touch
that only a mouth can provide.

That is the air to breath.
That is the life to take in.
A memory of all that was…
and forgetting just that…
…that might have been.