I miss those days,
when new love bloomed outside a brick building.
The grass was greener, and flowers dance in the spring breeze.
That love in freshman year, it was a flash.
A mere two weeks that went by in an instant,
and then it was over.
Like a firework, it sparkled and then it was done.
She was beautiful, she enveloped me with love,
and then she didn’t.
I don’t miss those days when I smiled every day,
but then took off my mask when no one was around.