I think about you on the sunny days.
All I can feel are the rays on my skin,
and the damp grass on my back,
as I lay down in my memory,
you lowering yourself down soon after,
beside me.
I'm staring at clouds,
and you point some out,
slipping your glasses over my eyes
and scooching yourself even closer
and stretching your hands up.
That smell of yours that I love,
that voice saying, "Ahhh, nothing better than lying in the sun."
I wanted nothing more than to let myself sink into your arms,
forever.

Not much feels that perfect.