Bottles

I want to write now,
Let the ink flow from my pen and the words from my fingertips
I want to collect the sunsets and falling leaves,
I want to remember this moment with creativity and vivacity
So I can always hear the tone of your laugh and feel the warmth in your embrace
I want words to guide me down memory lane
And keep me sane down main street
If I could bottle the touch of the wind and your rosy cheeks I would
If I could capture the connection I would,
If I could entrust this all to a memory, I would
But I can’t.