They landed with a thump,
and seemed to writhe around...

Seeing familiar faces become distant,
Old names depart my mind...

Softly flutters down a chilly breeze
Whirling freely through emerald blades...

Remember us; forget- me- not,
my lips now, liked severed petals...

It had been seven years
since she last felt this way...

In a visionary second,
bloody eyes at pin- point pose...

A [white] damp cotton blouse
and silk [pink] pyjamas...

A chime danced back and forth,
stunning her ear-drum...

Wait one moment dear,
where did I put them...

I used to yearn for our enveloped photographs
to awaken -- again, embracing us in a...

Your arm calmly rests on mine,
as our feet curl up; overlapped...

I drive
a high speed green machine...