Breeze

I still smell you whenever the breeze

blows in through the window,

the way you smelled of peppermint and chocolate.

And in those stolen moments,

I swear I can feel the warmth of your kiss on my cheek,

like you never left at all.

Sadly, all good dreams must end.

My eyes chase your translucent-rainbow soul

farther than mortal eyes are allowed to roam…

up past the clouds and even past the stars…

but then, I’ve always been a rebel

when it came to loving you.

© J.G.

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