You

You

Pictures of your smile
Lodged in my brain between
Random thoughts and concrete wants
Never upgraded the camera
Soft crimson lips were always better in person
I miss the spring

My steps awkwardly circling
the hardwood floor where i left my dream
dancing around and around in ways foreign
learning steps and routines
leaving my old self in bad shoes and ripped jeans
weaving around an unsung beauty
your lips were always better in person
I miss the summer

Walking the still stale sand
Always close enough to merit a chuckle
but far enough to never hold your hand
never more desired to grasp five fingers
and all the while, a daze to the senses
My nose smell's bitter seawater
But my eyes gaze on those sweet lips
they were always better in person
I miss the fall

Awoken now are those dreams
Never to be comprimised or traded in
Sick of getting less than I asked
Never more than I bargained for
Given a second chance at the future
Nothing will take that away
But between the random thoughts and concrete wants
Wedged inside an infinite space
Those soft crimson lips
That I always wanted to kiss
They were always better in person
And i'll miss the spring, And i'll miss the fall
But if one day day we meet again, i'd tell you
I missed you most of all