Memories, not from long ago, bring me back to him.
Seasons change and leave no sound, no words, just dim.
His taste – gentle and rough, such a longing whim.
The picture of you and me, detailed as a film.
Golden wave and hazel warmth threw me off my feet.
Sunny grin and pink crush, a song his heart beat.
Scent that time won’t whisk away and hope that remains.
Castle in the air, powerful and colourful, breaking all the chains.
I wished that days and lack of drama would scratch you off my brain.
But I still miss you dearly, who could I blame?