Memories of your smile
flash across my mind,
like the first spring
right as the ice begins to melt
and life begins to sprout.
Although you always preferred the middle of winter.
Wrapped in a winter coat
hiking the hills
Or the first day of fall
when everything begins to chill.
Funny how you like the winter,
But to me you're like the dead of summer. Like waking up from a dream you can't quite remember,
only to find the faint scent of you.
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Everything Inbetween
PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
