these nights seem to get longer
the days are counting down but I still don't know
what time, where or when
it hasn't even been a week but I miss the simple things
your smile in the morning
talking over a cup of tea
Because of you I love red lights
and walks at 3 am
I love dancing to no music in the snow
to show me how vulnerable I am
my corny jokes and cherry colts
watching stars all in a daze
driving through a small town maze
                 four months isn't long right?
I won't forget you love.