The hills

Alone with you. The impact that you have may not be known within. But when you’re gone like an imprint in the sand left hardened by time and the multitude of weather, you’re there. Brain deep the memories are sweet, and some not as so but could never change the narrative fore you are who you are. A gem amongst the dirt that has been dismantled by one with hope to find you. Perfection. I miss you, looking at the sky thinking about the smells riding through the hills with you, sensing that everything will be alright no matter the outcome of the night. Out here in the hills with you, away from the world with you…..