When I Think About You

When I think about you, I can see the sun streaming through the trees as we lay underneath them, staring up and the blue and white and endless of it all. I smell woodsmoke and summer breezes and soap, and it takes me back to all the places we've been and the places we're going to go. I hear every song that's made you think of me, and every song I've ever wanted to sing to you. When I think about you, Life is three dimensional and brilliant and full, and I forget what it was like before you, and I hope I never know what it might be like after you, and I hate sleeping because it's minutes that I'm taking from us, from me and you, from everything we are and everything we're meant to be.