Remember Kisses

-------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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