Bottled up and spent
Ashes at the bottom of a tray
A good wine gone sour with time
There is yet a remedy
to make it sweet once more
Chaos rained down and broke the heavens
or at least mine
I remember your scent
or at least the one my mind made for you
I miss your touch
or at least the one my skin felt in my heart
The way your eyes gaze deep within my own
The way my heart fluttered with every word
The sinking feeling
The sensations my soul made up for those that it lacked
I needed no hands
no kissed
no intent gazes
I already had them
And then with time...eons
It aged to something else
wrought with external time
decompose through the lonely hours
The sights
The sounds
The touch
and Kiss
Dead with the passing of
Relentless Time
