Walking by the river, on a cold day I thought of someone who loved me once. I wrote this poem.

My memories of you,
put the wind into shock.
I used to watch you everyday,
mystical and healing.
Responding to everything,
and everything else.
Now, walking by the river
your scent drifts into my body.
The smell of human consciousness,
and a glimpse of the sun,
once again.