That first love,
with bicycle by a lonely river a top down and fresh water,
just like dancing over the river water.
That tea in Cafe,
bought with love and smile.
That tea we drank together,
gave us a life of incredible destinations,
where boundaries and limitations never fade, I think.
But eventually it all fade away.
After your last sips,
the open road became a mirror to your soul.
You found yourself out there,
under the arms of someone else.
I know I can't relive a memory
but I always believe maybe we can rebuild one again.
Now I spents most nights imagining you, imagining about me.
wondering about you, wondering about me.
I spents most of the night with my eyes open,
glued to my bedroom walls on North side with a portrait of yours,on a beautiful easel.
My days were foggy with daydreams and seeping into night dreams,
and I dream a little about you.
I'm always not tired thinking about you,still...
© Sarsinot