I see flashes of your face:
Against the flickering lights;
In all the shades of your favorite hue;
Upon the blank face of my bedroom walls.
I hear the sound of your name:
In the soft murmurs of the wind;
And the gentlest whispers of the trees;
Through the littlest creaks on my kitchen ceiling.
I smell the scent of your hair:
Lingering in the air–
When the wind blows against the curtains;
When my hand runs along familiar folds and pieces.
I feel the warmth of your arms:
In the sweater you lent me one cold morning;
In the coffee we shared one evening;
In the sun light waking me up everyday.
I feel you everywhere–
And I hope you do too,
Feel me, even somewhere