Nostalgia

the wind blows, drizzles and sprinkles the corners of your dainty smile like droplets that remain behind your breeze as easily as you said good morning, goodbye i'll see you later - this morning. Sure thing I said, not knowing that pink flavoured hug lingers on as I clutch out at the stars, waiting for the robot right arrow to flash green. Can't wait to get home and see you again my strawberry.