The way the sun hits the lake just right early in the morning
With the clouds circling their bright orange canvas
Reflecting the light right into my eyes as I stare between the trees

The way the air feels as I dip under the water
Surrounding me and restricting the way that I breathe
Pushing and gliding through the cold current beneath me

The way the blankets curve as my bed forms to me
Whispering gently the touches that cradle me to sleep
Moving like calm waves with the simple way I breathe

The way birds sing when it's raining
A thick shrill surrounding their home with noise
Making me wonder where they are and if their safe

The way a broken down black truck sputters down the highway
Roaring as the gas is pressed begging it to drive
A hunk of metal on wheels barely able to get it to drive

I wonder if the things that make me think of you matter
Even just a little bit, pressing at your mind
Do these things remind you of me, or do they even cross your mind?