Sitting in the sun alone
not feeling the same warmth
you give me when you wrap
me up in your arms. Should
i blame the universe today for
not making me see you on this
lonely sad Saturday. If the people heard me would they call me
insane ? The winds ruffle through
my hair but i shut my eyes and imagine you there. Imagine your fingers running through the silky strings of it telling me how smooth
it feels on your hands. As i watch
you sniff it the way you sniff the perfume from my skin. Sitting in
the sun is not as fun as when your around. Swinging our feet from
the hazel nut brown bench. Drowning in giggles and words of love.
Blushing the way flowers do when they look at you. Oh darling if only you knew how i miss you on this
sad blue Saturday* ~