A swing and a miss

There are pictures of your smile
Lodged in my brain
Random thoughts and concrete wants
Render me obsolete
Your soft crimson lips were always better in person
I miss the spring

My steps awkwardly circled
A dreamily created hardwood floor
We danced around and around
In all ways foreign
Learning steps and routines
Bad shoes and ripped jeans shed like chaffed skin
And still those lips
So much sweeter in person
I miss the summer

We walk the still stale sand
Annoying enough to merit a chuckle
Too much distance between our hands
While I’ve never more desired
To grasp five fingers
This is a daze to the senses
My nose smells bitter seawater
But my tongue confirms an infinite ecstasy
Confined to those sweet lips
I miss the fall

You gave me a second chance at the future
And nothing will take that away
There is a bitter regret
For getting less than asked for
Never more than bargained
But between the random thoughts and concrete wants
Wedged inside an infinite space
Lies those lips
And I may miss the summer
And I will miss the fall
But ask me up close, I’d say
I miss you most of all