Jarring goosebumps flood frail vertebrae,
A simple song pierces October silence.
Concrete dotted with red and yellow flowers,
Only you, always only you,
"Because I think I love you"
Remembering the wall and the stream and the tiny fish,
Happy tears, happy tears.
Yellow sunflowers on a French landscape,
Memorizing your lips,
Easing into your arms,
Slowly drifting into bliss.
