Some Nights, You Really Can't Say Anything Else

Oh, like yesterday it was, I still remember the blossoming Cherry trees to the left of me, springing from their hibernation to the blazing heat, blood red and full of potential. I will never forget the life you lived, every second was a permanent photograph to me, I try to keep them sorted still, chronologically.The first time we met, you filtered through my veins, drifting deliberately through...