JAE ROSE

Kiss

The air outside the window is cold and crisp. It makes me catch my breath, like a small current of electricity. Waiting to awaken spirits and souls. There are memories. Moments captured in the glass but they come and go. Trouble one minute and then do no harm. Soon spring will come. There are daffodils already. Poking their way out of verges and patches of grass. A little dose of yellow. In the distance the fields are turning a deeper shade of green. The river rises and falls as well. The geese long since flown. The movement of the water is soothing, like a ticking clock. I hold my chin up. Let the air brush my skin. Perhaps there is a future after all. Something to find comfort in, to build upon. My body remembers how – but my lips forget what they have kissed.