White picket fence;

I miss the words you used to whisper to my soul
The soft breath of inspiration, of life and love
The days, spent in pale smiles that you’ll never see
The nights, close to whom you never touched
And it seems far more oft, that we’ll never be
Not that I’m sorry for that, nor happy
It’s just a matter of fact that life does not have us
Like life should be, in that white picket fence dream

Words, by me.