themes: change of seasons, memories, romantic love
the last golden days of the year
i hold onto you by the fingertips
soon to be a whisper of a memory
always remembered in perfection
when morning light streaming in
becomes an unwelcome sheet of grayish blue
again to remind me what has gone
will be back after the long journey
a time when we ran through fields
the wind dancing in your rosy dress
as charm parted a smile
your hair invited me to follow
pulled in by the perfumed charisma
circling in your constellation freckles
the wilderness in your eyes tells the story
our fairytale secret place
no one could take away the magic
hidden when july embraces august
and august kisses september
and september lingers on october
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
