Bleeding minds

Wrapped in the world that hums and whirs Hope is a myth that we recite in grief Love once a dance of breath and skin Now moves like gears that turn within. We eat, we drink. We laugh, we smile But something is gone without trace And now I speak of memories And when it rains, I don't feel new The raindrops fall, but not on a flame For love, it seems, has changed it's name. Kevin