it's the little things that remind me of you,
like the bridge of a song,
or a flower growing through the cracks in the cement.
it's the beautiful things,
like daisies in a field,
or sunlight shining though the leaves on trees I don't know the name of.
it's the breathtaking things,
like when the sunset makes the sky red,
and the pristine white clouds
against the azure blue sky.
I see you in the delightful things that fascinate me the most.
YOU ARE READING
erin's notebook
Poetrypoetry? maybe. random little pieces of writing? possibly. k bye
