Very nicely said, but, watch out for the CandyMan....lol

Gone Like Smoke on the Breeze She drifts through memory like morning mist; A silhouette in the golden window of time. Soft laughter lingers where footprints fade; The echo of her name whispered in quiet places. Conversations unfinished hang in the air; The sun sets slower on days I remember. Her smile, during twilight, I watched from afar. Now gone like smoke on the breeze; Promises dissolved in late-night silence. She carries my dreams to distant lands; I gather fragments, build stories from shadows; And wonder who she became beyond goodbye.

@Amy Huffman Thank you so much....

I like this one, damn flies....lol

@Amy Huffman It's wonderful 'seeing' you once again! Missed you as well!!

Morning Time by Whistles I am rooted to the kitchen stove, heavy with the weight of waiting. Inside, the water begins to stir, quiet agitation turning into whistles. breath curls from my narrow lip, clouding the air with steamy secrets. scorching heat within my porcelain, until tipped toward your empty cup.