Impromptu; as much as I wanted to write, I wanna be written too **July 6, 2022** Thousands of written words, papers in flame. No matter what I do your rhythm stuck in my brain. I do recall the time you say my name and there I knew, we will never be the same. I used to call you mine and only yours, but we lost track in each others path now we don't know for sure. Like lost lilies out of mind gone with the wind. I'm sitting here drinking dandelion wine to ease my pain. Now I'm…