Scorching my tongue as I sip, with you in a not-so romantic grip. The burn awakens, brings tears to my eyes - echoing in my head, “How time flies!” I remember quite clearly how it was then, when you swept me off my feet, again and again. Glamor! Travel! Never-ending wonder! Absence did make the heart grow fonder. Craning my neck to glance outside, this restaurant window, with you by my side. People passing, running, rushing,