he reminds me of fruity perfume;
of fresh daisies and lavender,
he reminds me of sweet-scented candles
and like the Bermuda grass near Eden,
he is the comfort of 2AM conversations
with droopy eyes and dripping rain,
i fall asleep to the image of his voice
in his letters, the boundaries disappear
and he laughs with me in the same room
at the same time, he reminds me of silence;
of tranquil nights
he reminds me of city lights and street lamps
when the coffee's gone cold
and the conversations die down
as the serene cricket chirps start—
after the evening rain, he is the personification
he is nostalgia, he is déjà vu
he is mystery, he is surprise
he's the exact moment as
watching fireworks by the bay
or staring at falling snowflakes at winter
he's the same happiness
and the same melancholy
sometimes, he's here
but most times,
he's by someone else
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MIDSUMMER THOUGHTS ➸ poetry & prose
PoésieIn midsummer, my mind wanders. To a faraway place, above the clouds, the stars, and the universe. Just to tap your shoulder.