Snowflakes dance against my eyelashes.
The cold wind brings colour to my pale skin.
We arrive on time, catching up briefly as my eyes meet yours.
Time has not changed you,
You are still filled with short quips and philosophical musings.
Your brown eyes melt me like honey.
You speak soft words,
challenge my thinking,
offering a short escape to routine life.
You breeze through every year,
Staying a short while,
then disappearing like summer rain.
Will I see you again?
A smirk, a glance, and a constricting hug.
My senses go numb, and I could stay here awhile.
Comfort is entwined within you.
A nostalgic love.