Her. Or She.

Sometimes,
I close my eyes
And imagine standing on a grassy hill
That overlooks
A city of mountains
Frosted with snow;
Their peaks illuminated
By the bright blue sky
As birds soar.
The feeling of freedom is overwhelming.

Sometimes,
I walk through town
And visit the places where we once were.
I pretend that she's with me
And wish for endless tomorrows
That I could spend
With
Her.

Sometimes,
I look out my window
And see the sunset.
A stunning eruption of
Red
      Orange
                  Yellow
I feel infinite.

Always,
When I think of these things
I remember her.
I see her.
I hear her.
I feel her.
I taste her.
No amount of freedom or feeling of
Forever
Can measure up to
Her beauty
And
How she makes me feel.

Endless tomorrows will never be enough.

-k.