Memory, Don't Let Go(Original Poetry)

Lovers like sea
             sons
come     and go
waking       up 
      (curled) 
in bed left alone
is nothing new,
it soon gets old.
.
Newborn rosebuds pucker
    outside my window
    sweet peeping stalkers
windblown. They dance
                and dreams
blow through us, fountains
flowing with fantasies
             of futures
            woe freely,
           only falling
when contentedly spent.
.
Breezilly brushing 
              lips
against the screen
      this must be
spring's first kiss
reaching out to 
draw me, in close.

Thanks for reading! Words are mine.
Roses from Pixabay. Logo gifted by Papa Pepper