I’m coming back ice cream in hand, you’re looking at the pink, orange and yellow sundown.
You turn,
You look,
You smile,
I fall.

You laugh whilst the light summer breeze is ticking your hair.
It’s pleasant and warm,
The smell of carnival creeps creeping up my nose,
Numbing my senses, while I listen to you talk of what you love,
You mention me,
I fall.

I wake up, my dreams still with me, you’re still with me.
You’re missed,
I cry,
My life feeling empty without you,
I fall asleep and in love again.