Cold kisses of clouds

steal away salty seas and slide

down the contours of her cheeks,

you frown.

Catching a glimpse

what she dare not reveal fore now.

Unraveling, her thoughts traveling to

another place, where your face is

but a stranger before her,

such a strange scene to yearn for.

She fights it back, not knowing

that contentment concealing

is merely for the time being.

Because the winds will wane

and that pain will replace

that face she once knew,

along with

all redeemable trace of you.

As for the kiss she couldn’t bear miss?

Again, cloud cover will come

But not for you, yet another one.