Something about wispy clouds against a morning sky on a glassy river makes my mouth salty.
The taste rises from under my tongue well before the tears rise in my eyes. Love must be made of salt, same as the sea, same as sweat, same as the taste I get when I think of time spent doing anything with you. That time is now memories, our doing is done, our time is gone. We squeezed out what we could, when we could. I'm letting go of anything else we should or would have done as that's now gone, too. I promise you I won't let that happen, again, with anyone!
"That time
is now memories,
our doing is done,
our time is gone."
Wow those lines hit hard. Strong writing!
Heart felt and powerfully delivered.