As my teeth grazes across the sweet, sweet taste of pear,
the summer air dotted with warm and balmy notes fills me up.

                             All the empty spaces between the words I wish to speak
  and the ones that skirt around the edges of my heart.

I know there won't be a moment like this again.
                                                          Wisps and threads of time will not be enough.

Just like how I won't ever have a love like you.

Perhaps in the past, yes.

                                     The present is an ebbing fade-away.

                                                                          The future of us is just my closed eyelids and dreaming.