Sometimes i think of you
And trace your name in the air
Lifting each letter
Watching them stay, not letting them fade. summoning you over and over again.
There is everything in the memory of you.
Yet most days. Most, most days,
When i glance at my side
You are there (as if you never left my side)
Walking
Beside me.
There is nothing but your memory
Moments saturated with the little things
You did, said, thought and were.
There is so much hidden in the breath
The breadth of our time
There is so much whole waiting to happen
The city we met, the city in which i remember you
Shifts constantly (how can i go there without you)
A kaleidoscope of everything I’ve become, since you left.
I conjur you everyday
Just to see you from afar.
To feel the tremor i feel, beholding you with seen eyes
Then i take pleasure imagineering us meeting
Over and over again.
And yet, when i glance at my side
You are there (as if you never left my side)
Walking
Beside me.
