The days drift by like a dream, and like a dream, I dream of you.
I wonder if you dream of me too.
I see and hear things that remind me of you. I know those are just memories I haven’t shaken yet, but still some…most make me smile.
All those memories are scattered in the wind now, and somewhere I’m not; a part of my life I will never be again.
Still I think of you at times.
I can still smell the carnations in your hair.
I feel you in the wind and in my heart.
J.Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME