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.