Frosted Lips

Some memories hang
Floating over you
Like clouds on a foggy day
Tasting like frost
Freezing and warm
In equal doses
Bringing a smile
And perhaps a tear
Where a smile should not be
Not your sadist day
Nor the happiest
Some memories linger
Hanging over you
Like fog on a grey day
Tasting warm on frosted lips
Turning to ice in time
Melting to something else
Smile where knowledge should be
Some memories float
Hanging over you
Clouds of regret