You are not here.
This is over.
Why are you on my mind?
This is insane. Its spring.
Fresh spring showers,
thunder and lightening.
Blue skies and clouds,
and fields of daisies.
I'm thinking of you
and me.
In a mountain meadow,
millions of daisies.
Laying in the flowers
being a couple again
enjoying the day
and each other.
Smiling, I remember
thoughts of you.
And, although we apart
I'm happy again.
Me too! Spring revives me like no other season and this type of poem makes me feel even more the sensations that spring awakes. I know the feeling well.
Jessica