When I think of you,
I think of a budding flower,
A beautiful red rose in the sunlight,
I think of the moon on a winter night,
Shining above, surrounded by twinkling stars
That walked along the dirt path with us,
Through the dense, woods full of tiny animal tracks,
I think of time flying by, faster than the speed of light
And the stillness of moments spent together,
As though someone were taking a picture,
The clicker snapping every second,
I think of every sweet memory,
My favorite one of you bringing me fake flowers
Gone and passed, shattered to pieces by jagged tears.
It makes me laugh thinking of how childish we were.
The lost future we had made,
Plans to be together forever,
To marry each other, have kids,
Planning it all out as though we were little children,
Sitting on the floor, playing house.
Plans made so far from any realistic happenings,
And that dark, cold night
When you so gently wrapped your grey sweater
Around me as I shivered, cold to the bone,
My lips turning white as the snow falling,
Kissing my forehead gently,
As though I was made of porcelain.