Capturing Wind in a Bottle

I drink in the sound

of your laughter.

 

Happiness falls hotly

from the corners of my eyes.

 

Heart cords wrap ‘round

and kiss your hurt places.

 

My eyes hear the smile

that lights your face.

 

I urge my memory to open

and record each element

of this moment, alas it’s like

trying to capture wind

in a bottle.


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