that on the hillside next to what now is your home there's a thick blanket of white flowers growing? The scent of them fills the whole place and I recall the days we spent growing up in the forest near our home. You building your huts up in the tops of trees and me digging for old ceramics in the cold spring soil. When we grew up we were both going to be archaeologists.
I wonder what you know now or if there's no more to know where you are. It's spring where I am and you're missing.
I wonder what you know now or if there's no more to know where you are. It's spring where I am and you're missing.





