If you were to come back,
Your footprints on my front porch.

With the awakening of spring,
I wonder how nice it would have been.

I would battle with my head,
For my eyes to be fulfilled with your glims.

But you are gone with the summer rays,
I wonder how you have changed.

I am floating on the surface,
And my heads not even in the cloud.

Dripping through every moment of the rain,
I wonder if I will ever see you again.

Down beneath our dormant memories.
Lies a paradise, that you and I build.

With the creeping of brisk cold weather,
I wonder who is going to keep you warm forever.