as I sip into my memories,

I find the warmth

of a love lore,

the froth of

an unsettled score.

the bitterness

of a broken heart,

the sweetness

of two apart.

a dip into

few laughters,

the crunch

of a law stickler.

the whiff

of a trembling hand,

the melted droplets

on an aged glass.

the tang

of a new marriage

the pungent

fights of souls afar.

And blurred in this concoction

are my thoughts.

where should I end,

what did I start.