Do you remember those days
when spring sprung from the snow
crevise and anything was possible?
Laughter lines lay dormant
and only its sound left traces
of smiles in the air – carried on wings
to warm the coldest of hearts
We’d be running. Running or skipping
and never felt the ache, save the one for the boy two doors down
whose years outnumbered mine own, leaving
him to see nothing but petals on a
and puppy dog eyes.
I breathe you in, like yesterday
Perfume strained from flowers, yes…
I like the smell of all that