There Will Be Times
There will be times
A brilliant sunset
when I will
A microphone
see something,
The scent of lilacs
smell something,
A roaring fireplace
hear something,
A starry sky
taste something,
A full moon
touch something...
A big snowstorm
reminders of you...
A walk at the seashore
a memory
Americana music
of something
Boho
we talked about,
Bm chords
a memory
Acoustic guitar and female voice
of something
Nashville
we did,
Jeans and boots
a memory
Red pants, red lights, red coats
of something
A certain day in April
we dreamed about,
The Neighborly
of something
Sarah and Sara
we shared,
Brooke and John
of something
Anne and Gilbert
we read,
Thomas and Elsa
of something
Coffee
pretty,
Cheese
something
Combos
special,
Robert Frost
something
Klimt and Rodin
funny,
Knitting needles
something
Clothes stores
solely Bluebird and Troubadour
Craft markets
And if I add up all of the
Wind chimes
somethings
Lancaster
I will realize that their sum thing equals
Shoofly pie
everything
Bridges
And when I dream about you
Bluebirds
I won't rush to the kiss
Airplane rides
because some dreams
Paris, France
are just too perfect to rush
Lake Annecy
And as I walk the road of my life
Reading books
I will walk towards the hope of
Doing Crosswords
someday,
Wordle and Connections
the day when I can finally,
Sundays, Wednesdays, Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas
once and for all time,
Bookmarks
come home to you
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