The Kiss of Despondency

Satin memories dance across my lips as I am wistfully taken back to a time long past.

Oh how the pain of loss sticks to your soul, like a melancholy companion.

A kiss so soft, so tender. Lips, smooth as the petals of the azalea, once left dew on my neck like that of an early fall morning.

Now I am left alone. Only knowing this kiss within the confines of a fool’s paradise.

I awake from my trance, my bones aching for the velvet touch that I once knew. The physical manifestation of a transcendental love.

The pain may pass, but the ecstasy of embrace will walk with me all my days.