i’m wistful for skies like a glass of unmixed blueberry and lavender lemonade, sipping on peach moscato, holding a bouquet of flowers: tulips and daisies; i’m wistful for the scrunchie with a bow in my hair, your new bracelet, and matching necklaces; i’m wistful for a homemade pizza date on a thursday afternoon, eating ice cream in the parking lot after getting all the ingredients to use; i’m wistful for the late night phone calls that ends with “i miss you” even though we just saw each other earlier and we’ll see each other soon; i’m wistful for smiles captured on films, memories of each season, feeling our way through; i’m wistful for a heart shaped cake that comes with a paper heart cut out and love notes; i’m wistful for seven minutes and spinning bottles, teasing you with truth; i’m wistful for a dress that matches the look in your eyes, enraptured whispering mixed with perfume and rain; i’m wistful for running through libraries with you, my favorite book to read over and over, a replay of how we remember to fall in love again; i’m wistful for you and me, playing pretend, so it’ll be like that forever all over again.
