I MISS YOU LIKE COLD WINTER MORNINGS.
THE KIND THAT WOULD
QUICKLY SLIDE
ITS FROST-NIPPING AIR AGAINST MY SKIN, RAISING THE BLONDE HAIRS ON MY ARMS AND MAKING MY SKIN DANCE WITH CHILLS.
I MISS YOU LIKE WARM SUMMER NIGHTS.
THE SOFT NIGHTTIME HEAT THAT
HUGGED MY SKIN AND MADE IT SWEAT WITH A TIRED NERVOUSNESS AS IT KISSED ME TO SLEEP.
I MISS YOU LIKE SPRING AFTERNOONS.
THE CRISP DAY-FADING ATMOSPHERE THAT WOULD
WHISPER ALL THE SECRETS OF THE DAY, ALL THE SECRETS THAT NONE OF US BOTHERED TO BECOME AWARE OF.
I MISS YOU LIKE FALL EVENINGS.
THE DAYS WHEN TREES WOULD CHANGE THEIR COLORS TO SOFT ORANGES, YELLOWS, BROWNS AND REDS,
TURNING THE COLORS OF DEEP FEELINGS, THE KIND I ALWAYS FELT ABOUT YOU.