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