The Taste Of Loss
 

Well-loved books crumble to dust,
Yet the words live on in memory.
Beloved toys, worn out by time,
Yet childhood laughter echoes.

Feather soft petals withered by the wind,
But the heady scent lingers.
Words of a favored song are half-forgot,
But the melody reverbrates in the soul.

A favored item misplaced or forgot,
Yet how it shines on in memory.
Youth one day gives in to Age,
Still remembered vigor can blush wrinkled cheeks.

What the heart once loved it can never loose,
And souls entwined, not even Death could cleave.
Though the fires of memory dim with time,
Love itself burns on...