Once...

I once loved the golden sun of summer.

The way I loved smelling flowers on spring mornings. Always reminded me of things never worth remembering. By the water, in the evenings when you held my hand in yours, you always let go with disappointment. That shit always resided in your heart that was filled with me. What if's of unkempt promises. Maybe that sun I once basked under, wasn't even gleaming with golden rays. I can't recall if loving the smell of flowers was my thing, where everything reminds me of you. Of us between random break-ups and forever kisses. My God! I loved the way your mouth kissed my blushing lips. Yours always held secrets, the ones hard to keep. Fights would seep through our bed sheets. They were always forgiving, where your scent remains, permanating. Those flowers under the gold sun, either on a spring morning or summer day, their beauty always reminded me of you.