like droplets

nothing seems real
i breathe in exhaling you
like droplets 
to my soul

for love seems lost
as the summer left us 
putting out only smoke

to the end it seems 

how good the times 
the blues you sang
i will never be the me i used to be 
as i sip my cellar  wine

and the more i think of you
i think of love 

and time will be as every song

as you come to me with open eyes
and open arms
i will have your heart as you to me 
 you show