Bits & Pieces

The butterflies and bumblebees,
The sun, the rain, the clouds,
The dandelions, daisies and greens,
The sky feels bigger than it’s ever been,
In this phase of chaos we’ve since been.

Shattered hearts trying to gain hindsight,
Hoping to heal from the broken cracks,
If I could you’d be held again and again,
Scent of summer whispering your absence,
Bedtime stories replaced by overthinking.

Craving your warmth at home,
They search for you in crowds and stars,
Wondering and wishing for what ifs,
But the clock has ticked and passed,
And we’ve learnt to live without anyhow.

If time were made of colour
You’d be my golden hour,
Ever safe in my memories timeless,
A treasure to always treasure,
Even so in bits and pieces.