Oh’ to Be Vaporized

love,
like a vapour both
transient
and passing tends
not to leave
an imprint or scar
to mark
where, but for one
moment,
that it once did rest ..
nor indeed,
give any indication
where,
or in which vague
direction
tis now, so casually
drifting ..
and thus, my dear
friend,
there is also no way
of knowing,
or even of guessing ..
just how
sincerely invested it
may once
have been, long ago ..
indeed,
love like a vapour ..
can be bitter
and twisted, sweet
tasting, or perfumed ..