I see you dancing in the window. Twirling in the rain that falls as if it was on cue. The water shakes off your hair, sure to fall to its doom in the foot print shaped puddles below. I hear you singing in the wind and it sounds sweet, like the strawberries we shared in the spring. I miss the bumble bees that buzzed around us in the forest holding hands. Twirl away from the pain of winter, when the cold pierced everything, even the spaces between our pressed bodies sleeping with each others hands interlocked. Twirl back to the summer that smelled of perfume and blooming magnolias, where the sun burned as hot as your lips pressed on mine. Twirl your way back to that pumpkin patch, where kids were running all around us, and the oak tree leaves were red like your lip stick that always seemed to stain my collar. And now your clothes are wet, my heart is soaked in your love. You are dancing to the seasons, and I watch them change around you.