Letters to the lost

Do you remember the smell of salt and sand
Carried by the wind that gently kissed your neck?
The love once felt on a hot summer day laying by the ocean
Surrounded, yet alone staring into the deepest, darkest part of your eyes
Do you remember the sight of the leaves
Falling gently to the ground
As we laughed our days away laying in piles of orange and yellow leaves?
Careless to the world, blissful ignorance not wanting to be found
Do you remember those cold December nights
Warm in bed as a fire raged in our hearts
As we lay silently together lost in each others company
Do you recall the first blooming flowers we would see as as drove around aimlessly
The smell of freshly cut grass and sound of children playing filling the air
The same way you filled my heart?
Oh to blissful memories of a life so long departed
But your gone, and I where I started.