Warm spring air carry our voices
Through cracked windows
As we drift through main streets
Far from children
Yet we giggle with such innocence
Happy as our spirits connect
Our energies intermingle
After days apart
Every minute that passes by
Is a reminder that this will end
Until next time
So we make the most of the few hours we have
A walk through a shop
a little trinket here
An ornament there
We don't have much money
A little to spend
A lot to save
But the moments are precious
The memories valuable
A stroll through the woods
A skip here
A stomp there
Our voices are carried through the trees
Dancing along the setting sun
We don't talk about much in particular
Ironically,
Its mostly about where to next
Lets spend less time thinking
More time doing
Perhaps now we'll eat
The same food we always eat
But as we sit in front of each other
Atmosphere at ease
It all somehow taste better
Because when we're together
Everything is just a little better
And on the ride home
We talk a little quicker
Giggle a littler louder
For in a few moments we'll say goodbye
As soon as we lay to rest
Our hearts yearn
For one another
For another night out
Together
YOU ARE READING
The Wilted Rose
PoetryJust a bunch of poetry written by me whenever I get the inspiration. Enjoy and Don't steal. Be nice.
