I want to return to you...

I want to return to you:
The bouquets of roses that lie dead above my fridge
And all the beautiful words that fell and lived.

I want to return to you:
The weight of your smile,
The memory of your feather light skin.

I want to return to you:
The wind of the moonlight, midnight drives,
And all the grass beaming with fireflies.

I want to return to you:
You, my love.