Sparks in the Dark

Green Fields

Do you remember that morning? Cause I do;

A bright beautiful open space, a field of grass and sunlight with flowers freckling the ground here and there. I wish I could've held onto this place, the wind just about right, the clouds peaceful and calm, the wind warm and smooth.
It always starts off sweet, like the honey that caresses off of the flowers pairing with the sweet morning dew; pink and orange colors breaking across the sky as they climb up and break away the darkness of the night. The moon fades away to sleep as the sun crawls slowly across the horizon.
I could walk this field all day, the grass smooth and kempt, the flowers that blossomed early spring and now blush pinks and reds vibrantly paired with the oranges and yellow.
I wish we could've stayed here

No sound but the wind lightly stroking our faces and the grass brushing against our skin, the delicate unnoticeable sound of a flower being plucked and tucked behind your ear, the soft of your finger touch grazing my cheek as you pull back.
Would you have liked it here? It reminds me of when we would sit on grass and talk as the sun went down, whether it was good or bad it never mattered, you still somehow filled my heart, and maybe I hate you for that. For making me feel so loved and yet so used.
The flowers will eventually wilt, and the grass will die. The sky will look a little more dull for a while, and I'll sit and cry. These grass filled plains will start to look all the same and I won't be able to find your faint smell here anymore, your perfumes and cologne long gone and the smell of fall air will make me sad.
I miss those green fields with you.