I thought of times

times when we sit back,
and watched nebulous tv shows

times when we relaxed,
and listened to the pitter patter of the rain on your porch

times when we were heart-warmed,
and sung gleeful christmas carols to fill our spirit

and times when we had melancholia,
from the back of my empty balcony,
and desolate night sky

your caramel brown curls twirled around me
and hazel eyes stared into my essence

laughs filled with adored saccharine,
you held out your hand towards me

and I thought of what it was like 
to be loved again.