When You're Gone As I lay here, watching the clouds, Feeling the grass tickle my ankles, The warm summer breeze whisking my hair lightly, I think of you. I think of how we would lay out your mother's old red blanket and have picnics on this very hill. I think of how we would picture random things in the clouds and come back at night to watch the stars. I remember having races as we rolled down the hill. You would always seem to go out of your way to collide with me. You would kiss me when we reached the bottom and those 5 seconds of your soft lips felt like hours being in heaven. I miss you more than words can describe. And that's why I come back every day and remind myself what happiness feels like. I know you're gone, but when I'm here, on this big, green, grassy hill, it feels like you're here too.