how you

remember the day we met at the meadow? 

how your braided petals 
spiraled endlessly,
like the loops 
in a bulb

how your voice
so soft and lovely
opened up 
like a flower 

how your head 
tilted towards the bees
extracting your 
kindness 
tearing my soul apart 

how your personality 
so tender and sweet
lifts me 
when i’m feeling down

how your face
so natural and inviting
intoxicates my mind
throughout the day

how i wish to hold your hands again
so fragile and gentle 
cool 
to the touch 

how i wish to see you again