That feeling

I love the feeling of warm clothes drenched in sunlight.
They remind me of your skin.
I love the look of the sky when it's about to rain.
It's the same colour as your eyes.
I see wings in the sky beating elegantly to avoid gravity.
They remind me of yours.
The colour of the sand after rain.
The colour of you hair.
This crushing feeling in my chest.
Reminds me of the lack of presence.
When our eyes meet I see pain.
But also a spark of something, something of what could be.