Author S. K. Nicholas

disappearing moments swirling

like cigarette smoke above

saddened heads the past clings leaving a

scent that always reminds you of what used to

be sometimes it makes you smile

sometimes it makes you wish with all you had that

you could get back somehow

get back to the sunshine that

always shone so brightly and

taste the love that flowed so easily like

a river in the woods where you’d walk hand

in hand for hours with her by your side