Pieces of Her (Poetries Only)

11 | Gone

Those moments were the best...

Your jocund spirit has never alter,
and it never stopped me from wondering;
how can I possibly falter?
You got me wrap up in your hands so loving,
swayed me with your enchanting laughters.

But time has never moved like this...

So slow I heard my own breath.
Heavily panting, I was lost in the wild wind.
And here I stand amid the field of wheat,
hopelessly looking, once again, for those lovely grin.