every morning when light trickles from behind i open my eyes only to shut them back so that that vivid dream of you would stay everytime i breathe in the memories of yesterday or even the just nows my heart aches blissfully it makes me smile and every walk along roses and tulips i never did stay; like the others for the two hands walk past me and they never did stay either and i feel wasted for those moments walking could have been moments of companionship moments of my smile or ours and not the tulips' or the roses' and when the moment comes colours shift the wind stops whistling and it aches blissfully again and when the moment comes those hands, i no longer can see for a moment though your gone they stay