The pitter patter of raindrops on a rusty tin roof,
The gentle buzzing of hummingbirds,
The smell of black coffee,
And early morning cartoons
Fresh picked daises,
and sunshine yellow butterflies that flutter in rain.
Strangely patterned t-shirts,
And trinkets in my hand.
These are all things that remind me of you.
The wind brings your memory,
And I reach for you.
But those times are gone and now all that I have
Are all of these things that remind me of you.
YOU ARE READING
C'est La Vie
Poetrya collection of poetry made for laughs, smiles, late night crying, philosophical life questions and self worth revelations. indulge and enjoy
