I remember seeing you in my dreams.
You were walking towards me in a field,
The bottom of your sun dress brushing over queen Anns Lace and yellow wild flowers.
When you made to me you wrapped me in your arms.
I planted a kiss on your forehead.
I miss my dream.
And I miss you.
Sometimes when the sunset is stunning,
It reminds me of how much I want to watch it with you.
I miss you.
In the dead of winter.
When there's several feet of snow outside.
I sit in the kitchen,
Freshly made tea in front of me,
It's steam billowing upwards with the conviction that it matters.
The only thing missing is another cup of tea next to me and someone to sip on it with.
I miss you.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
I remember seeing you in my dreams.
You were walking towards me in a field,
The bottom of your sun dress brushing over queen Anns Lace and yellow wild flowers.
When you made to me you wrapped me in your arms.
I planted a kiss on your forehead.
I miss my dream.
And I miss you.
Sometimes when the sunset is stunning,
It reminds me of how much I want to watch it with you.
I miss you.
In the dead of winter.
When there's several feet of snow outside.
I sit in the kitchen,
Freshly made tea in front of me,
It's steam billowing upwards with the conviction that it matters.
The only thing missing is another cup of tea next to me and someone to sip on it with.
I miss you.
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