You taste like summer in the coldest of weathers- your smile can bring warmth to a brick house
How empty can one feel- if they allow themselves to feel
You smell of spring in the short hours of winter as flowers begging to die slowly
But my thoughts come across you when I think of green grass and bright blue skies
Your eyes felt like a cool ocean breeze while your arms felt like home
It’s never a place or a thing but where you lay your heart to stay
I keep my hands strapped to my waist in fear of tugging on the tiniest string
I bend and fall to my knees if I fall on cracked concrete
Your hands feel like the beginning of winter and your kisses wet and crisp like autumn mornings
And I count the afternoons you walk aimlessly
In search for what used to feel like home
It’s now only a memory you cannot bear to look back on
I forgot what seasons taste like.