sepia love

the fragrance of an old memory
comes alive in sepia tones
across distances of love
a faint heart beats again.

Bouquets of your letters-
the hues of faded passions
sit pretty in a vase
next to the book case
peopled by your gifts-
yellowed tatters of our history
stare from each shelf
waiting to be repeated.

this is not a museum of love.
it is a moment in time.
frozen
until i let this grain of sand
slide off my palm.