The buzz of a summer day,

the heat against her face.

She looks at me, and smiles...

The fields remind me,

of the days of dreaming.

Looking back constantly,

I want to return.

Before her smile,

before her touch and her voice.

To the days of looking forward,

not looking back.

The heat against our faces,

the fields of grass against our knees.

She whispers to me,

“I love you”.

She turns and runs,

I chase.

Her hair,

the wind.

The rustling of the tall grass,

my hair blows, her hands touch.

These things act as reminders,

her voice hidden in the emptiness of the wind.

Where are you now?

The feelings rush back with every foot step,

the field holds memories, ones I cannot grasp.

Your voice becomes clearer,

your touch stronger.

Let them be real,

let her be here now.

As I walk through the field,

my eyes shut, wishing to open them to your face.

Each step of darkness,

I can feel what I felt that day.

The wind and sunlight guide me forward,

your voice is beside me.

You whisper things you did that day,

“I love you, I love you”.

I open my eyes...

It is sad to think

all the art we have created,

all the discoveries mankind has made,

all the accomplishments,

all the fear we have overcome,

all the love between one another,

will mean nothing once we are all gone.

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