Wild Strawberries


She kissed him and thought she could taste wild strawberries.
Maybe it was literal, or maybe all in her head.
She gazed in his eyes and thought she could see the ocean.
Had his eyes been forged from the sea?
She ran her fingers through his hair and thought of golden wheat fields.
The wind blew his hair that same way it did the fields.
She hugged him and felt the warmth of a thousand quilted blankets.
She never wanted to leave that embrace.
She sighed knowing he would have to leave again,
but she knew he would always come back to her.
She wept as he left her.
Goodbyes were always hard for them to do.
She smiled that day when he came back.
Just his presence swept her off her feet.
She kissed him and knew for sure she could taste wild strawberries.

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