Inhale the aroma of memories

  A strand of cinnamon catches
the wind. Playing, dancing to a
silent melody.

  A grain of sand settled amongst
gravel soothed over stone. Smoothing
as it slides to a seat.

  A lonely stalk of green grass
waves in the heavy downpour. Bending
but snapping back home. Shining,
absorbing all necessary food.

  A memory recalled in the
open sky. A soft sigh escapes rosy
lips. A silent laugh creases cheekbones
high.

  Eyes linger on the distant
trees. Watching leaves dance in air.
Holding tightly upon a small historic
moment.

  The soul tightens. Warmth
radiating throughout. Thankful of sunshine
for several chills tickle spine.

  My hands grip the rails.
Pulling body closer, to inhale the aroma
of nature. To calm mind of memory
of you, of all lost.

  A tear slides down a pale, freckled
nose. Halting at tip. Ah a sweet melody
holds you forever in my heart.

  I drift. Thanking you for the memory.