It pains me to say
it's been so long that I can't
remember your eyes.

I dreamt last night that
it was summer
and you were with me
just you and I
and the grass beneath your back
as I laid on your chest
and we couldn't stop laughing
and smiling
and oh my, kissing
and this all was just too good
and then I woke up
with tears on my cheeks
knowing I might never have that
again with you.

Even after all this time
I can say you've made me the
happiest I've ever been.

I once thought that life was like the sky; endless and ever-changing. But the one thing I didn't realize is that you'll encounter just as many storms as sunny days. You'll feel the rain and the rays reflect upon your skin and you'll experience the emotion of the changing of the seasons, as if the clouds could whisper in your ear. You'll be caved in by the weight of snow and feel the crackling of leaves under your toes. And all of this is the way life is. Topsy turvy, inside and out, up and down. And there's not much you can do about it.