He made me think about vast open horizons of endless blue,
with soft breeze kisses that taste like saltwater and the start of something new;

Of footprints painted yellow and warm carcasses on golden skin;

Of dancing under colorful hues of fallen leaves when autumn came;

Of snuggling close in purple blankets when spring began;

Of tracing out the constellations from the splashes of paint we called the galaxy;

Of red bricks and white window panes;

Of a garden of colors that are surrounded by the sound of his name;

Of brown wooden floors and a burning fireplace -

Of not being so lonely, in a peaceful place.