Yours Truly

I miss the summer days. Oh how they drift away, those sweet summer days. I can taste the tears that roll down my cheek like waves and seap into the crack of my lips. Oh to trace the curve of his figure with my finger tips. I cry not of sadness or pain, yet I express my gratitude to continue dreaming. I release my souls breath with these tears, for happiness has filled the hidden piece of this puzzle. The timing is almost perfect, for this year ends with a soft smile, a gentle wish. To them, to him, I send a kiss. Remember me as you once did, loving spirit, infinite bliss. I must be on my way to live, oh those summer days.