The smoke from your lips rises as if it wants to reach the stars
But is abruptly denied by the roof of the porch.
The pattern of raindrops
Is playing a song that only your ears recognize.
You stare into the kitchen but no longer see it as it is
But instead as what it once was.
Nothing seems as good as how it used to be.
It's raining harder now and you just want to lay on the grass
Hoping that one day you will bloom as beautifully as the lilacs you are under.
You close your eyes and suddenly she appears
The beautiful bohemian in the long, flowing skirt
With hair that the sun has kissed so lovingly.
She smiles and suddenly you are running through daisies
Laughing and living without a care.
Everything is wonderful.
Your endorphins start to kick in as you're chased amongst the flowers
You think to yourself, you could do this forever
But would you really want to?
It fades to black and despite all your pleas
The woman, she doesn't return
Rather you are left with raindrops dancing on your eyelids
And an ever-so-faint whisper in your ear
That you are never alone.