she reminds me of sunsets
I'm sure that's a cliche from somewhere
but

I picture her on these nights when the air is warm and the breeze is cool
walking through a quaint little neighborhood
where couples retreat in their yellow houses
with white picket fences
and automatic sprinklers
and I smile

Now
i am walking with you
and we are holding hands like the elderly after sunday brunch
and we are laughing at flowers like children playing in autumn leaves
and we are in love like hopeful adolescents
but, you know what

it feels right