Your thoughts they crash and waver,
all at once, or not at all.
Their chaos is so peaceful,
like your eyes, if I recall.

I still feel your hand brush mine,
with every gentle breeze.
And your scent it hovers here,
like a beautiful disease.

A simple little smile, oh
how my heart fluttered with ease.
The thrill inside your voice,
as you led me through the trees.

These now live inside my pen,
all of what we used to be.
I’m scared to know your thoughts,
what if there’s no more about me?