Passing Shadows

A kiss so fleeting as a fragrant scent. From distance far, in silence lingers near. A memory perhaps, that came and went. A passing shadow that will disappear. This remembrance where soft rose petals fell. Not from sadness, rather time's unkind hand. To leave a thought wistful an empty well, When stillness ever quiet will demand. A longing, or a moment relived, chased. This melted candle with blackened wick cold. Once a red flame rising when two embraced. Now a web tangled in memories, old. To find nostalgia on your mind's doorstep, To open the door, a fleeting kiss kept.