The View from My Window

I look outside my window
At a life that hasn’t come,
At a sunrise of our memories
Stretching back to where I’m from.
As the dew drips off the petals
Of flowers in the mist,
We forget about our midnights
As time ceases to exist.
The nectar of your whispers
Still clings upon my lips
And the taste just chills my senses
As you reply me with a kiss.
The warmth of stars forgotten
Still stretches from beyond,
Reminding me of sunsets
And where I once belonged.
But you, with just a smile,
Illuminates my day,
Seeing me as life’s perfection
And begging me to stay.