A taste Of You

Each time I'm greeted by your eyes

And your smile.....

I have a taste of "maybe" on my tongue,

Always leading me back to the moment we met.

That was my favorite month of all,

When we both shared our first mutual smile,

The time's since ,I've laid awake staring at the ceiling,

Wondering how you spend your days without me

Quietly reflecting on you,

Hope is the only thing that remains,

Sometimes, "I love you", doesnt cover it.

*DW*