Hey, do you remember how the honeysuckle tasted in December?
Spring and winter.
I still think about those words that you whisper ,
My hair, in your fingers
Hey, Are you home right now?
I know it’s late but I know somehow

We could

Run in the backyard,
Laughing as we sit on your trampoline
Stay with me until we both fall asleep
Dream of tomorrow, unaware of how it comes so quickly

Hey, do you remember?
How the honeysuckle tasted in December?