-------Remember Kisses-------
This morning, upon the
regular path,
the regular
cobblestones,
the regular voices,
seemed, with a
newness, to shimmer.
Maybe it was the youth
of Autumn
playing with the light
as it does.
Maybe it was the dream
of meeting in the hemlock trees;
dark and moist, the
fragrance of decay
that lingers with me
still
as I walk.
I think of you
and I stop to watch a
leaf fall,
slowly, a hundred
feet
in the air to the
ground.
I remember
kisses
and color
returns to the
shadows.
There is so much
to notice.
There is so
little
to truly know.
We are empty
and ever-changing.
No matter how
we see it.
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