See You When The Red Roses Pop

A New View
I have missed your smiles
the way you own the spaces
walking across the room
away from me or to me
or just in passing.
Summers bring you home to sashay
about the neighborhood. And just when
 the roses are about to pop, I peek
past the curtain and through glass
to see you biking by looking like you
are unsure if you own the world
or it owns you.
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