words spoken to the wind
floating high with the gulls
are never to be retrieved
they're gone forever
but words in ink
on those we can linger
holding them in our hands
close to the heart
what does it matter
that changes come
it happens all the time
yesterday cannot be re-lived
but memories are like ink words
permanently fixed in the mind
mulled upon and mused over
until they become who we are
spill the bottle and soak the paper
ink your world
with cherished memories
that remain forever in the heart
