Once in a while, on random days, when my mind catches up with me, I think of you. In soft silk fabrics, white with a fresh clean scent, you twirl in a breeze that shows darker skin underneath. I remember your lips, how gentle you kissed for the first time.
I smile, racing to keep pace with the thought. I run, sprinting, neck and neck with it for just a moment longer, until it catches the wind and leaves me behind, waiting for it to come back around again.