Remembering you...

 

And if I was to think of you again,

you remind me of all the gentle things in life.

Like the comfort of my pink blanket,

a hand to hold on to,

a shoulder I could cry on,

the one that never got sore from the weight of my tears,

like a brush of wind, 

from familiar trees that felt like home.

And now, seasons later,

You remind me of a butterfly

that flutters its wings when you try to catch it,

like the tea when its cold,

like the sky after the sun sets.

You hold beauty in all the forms!

But to love you, 

is to let you go!