Baseball Fields

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