henniebear@kua

I sit here wishing I write each memory down.

Each drop of my storm,

Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.

Something to leave behind

How is it, to live in a moment so fleeting it becomes the past?

To stare into the depths of yourself only to find a face so far and foreign–

you used to love the snow and ice

the dark and stormy winter nights

December's magic festive glow

now seems many years ago.

you crave the warmth of summer's kiss

let sunlight bring you back to bliss

When you pass by,

you will sigh a small “hi.”

and

(of course),

I may not be near–

enough to respond

and