I remember her hands on my shoulders,
and a whiff of her scent;
While James Bay played,
I wish to repeat the time spent.
I still miss the smile,
and those eyes, which looked right through me;
Searching for a heart, not one within a mile,
something I don’t remember having since I was three.
She predicted the rainfall,
looking at the clouds over the horizon;
Those which drenched us deep, I recall,
While we kissed , you couldn’t kill me with a gun.
I remember shoes from Holland,
And the kiss at Mary’s island.
I remember lying next to her on the sand,
clutching tightly her hand.
It’s hard believe me, I do try,
Come in, but don’t forget the latch.
Look at me and realize, its almost impossible to grow,
An entire heart from scratch.