You were my favourite memory,
the area of my brain I kept revisiting.
I dreamed of fields that stretched on for miles,
where magnificent horses pranced around
and the restless winds rippled through the waters.

You were my favourite melody,
the only song on repeat.
You were the innocent plucking of guitars,
and the soft, sweet melody of your voice
was my saving grace.

You were my A-Z,
my introduction and my conclusion,
and your body was made out of the sweeter things in life.

You were my haven,
your strong arms beckoned me into your warm chest,
and I relaxed for the first time
in what seemed like
forever.

You were my everything.
You were...