You early spring fly

Snow melting, sun shining fine.
Something I'd wanna keep around me...
Like all of the time, if you mind.
Your "get in line" delicious..
Rip the mic vicious..
Stories be fictitious..
The memories we made, miss us.
Tell me do you ever think of..
Holing me in your arms again?
Do you ever smile at
the thought of my name?
Are we one in the same
World, I guess but as
People we're us.
Tell me in who do you trust?