For my grandma - "memory like wine tastes sweeter with time,
and the taste of loss...is bittersweet."  Salud!
 

She Whom I Loved

the spicy sweet scent
of red roses in bloom,
reminds me of her -
she whom i loved

the sight of a fallen leaf
withered on the ground,
reminds me of her -
she whom i lost

the silk caress of rain
falling on my cheeks,
reminds me of her -
she whom i mourn

the silence that descends
as night stains the sky,
reminds me of her -
she whom i remember

...and in the shadow space
between memory and dreams
my love burns bright -
never forgetting...