I feel your presence beside me
On the frigid, unforgiving Earth
On the lonely wooden park bench
On the gentle bed we shared
I hear your voice
In the corridor you passed
In the kitchen you cherished
In the doorway to our home
I smell you in all that is beautiful
A hint of lavender in someone’s hair
A box of oranges sold at the market
A loaf of bread I find at the bakery
I surmise that I’ve see you
Maybe?
Maybe not.
Perhaps it is madness
It’s hard to discern
The wishes and whims
The truth and sacred lies
Perhaps, I witness what I was too blind to see yesterday
No matter
Alas,
We are apart
But soon
We will feel each other’s warmth
In a plane unlike this one
My joy
My love
My apparition forevermore
