Baseball Fields

The baseball fields back home are wrought with dandelions
The times we'd lay inside them feels so far away
The carvings in this tree here sing the stories we had made
Oh how I miss you so, the taste of your lips
Linger like the marigolds in the springtime
Teasing summer before they go
You look enchanting in these Polaroids we took
Sitting in this box that you made with our keepsakes
Mine sits right by yours just cherishing the moment
Oak trees by your old house are showing off their colors
Of earthen cultures it all
Seems so different now driving past your street has made me
Homesick for your warmth
And how you loved to dance
The bliss from your smile lingers like the sunlight
On those days in autumn inscribing beauty haunting so
You're so enchanting in those Polaroids we took
Sitting in that box that you made
You always wore that dress so well
There's still pieces of me left playing in those moments
Oh how I miss you so
The taste of your lips linger like the marigolds