Big windows in the kitchen
remind me of you,
Like soft words
caressing my ears with kisses.
Rustling leaves on barefoot walks
reminds me of you,
Like fingers in my hair,
tangled and clumsy.
Shooting stars smudged by street lights
remind me of you,
Like dewy grass pressed in crisscrosses
against my legs.
Goosebumps raised on my arms
reminds me of you,
Like warm, fuzzy blankets hiding
your cheek against my knee.
