To feel the whooshing wind on my face again, blasting by my ears,
The smell of the simply fresh, salty air.
I think of the times in the soft sand or tiptoeing on the rocks,
I think of the times I ran, running shoeless on the wind-swept beach
To feel a slight cool breeze, causing your hair to float
The sweet, sweet scent of honeysuckle and red rose
I think of the times in the cool green grass, tickling your feet
I think of the times I ran, running shoeless across the garden
To feel the warm comfort, settling down in front of the TV,
The smell of food, wafting from the kitchen,
I think of how I am now, settled in a blanket, feet nestled in a rug.
I think of how I am now, shoeless in the soft carpet, writing this poem.