You are absent.
An empty space.
Yet you fill my soul.
You are silent,
But I hear you.
My voice does not touch you.
There is nothing.
There is always nothing.
Always, always, you recede through the space.
Until twilight interrupts your silence.
I journey blindly through the night,
Stumbling through a wooded path,
And chase your moonlit shadow.
Searching.
A familiar drifting fragrance,
climbs through my conscious mind.
A musky scent.
A broad, dark twig,
in a pine forest of whispering roots,
marks your bed.
And leads me to your secret place.
Hidden by the earth,
I imagine you lay there by the tree.
A grand, polished rock with your name.
Words carved in stillness.
Pictures and poems decorate your lair.
Messages in a bottle.
Treasures that whisper love.
Words that hang on.
Echoes of tears and laughter,
Sing gently through the trees.
A toast to the heart we left behind.
An awareness pours into a perpetual cup.
I remember you.
I must remember you.
You must never be forgotten.
A piece of sun that occupies my mind.
A morning smile.
I awaken.
You are missed!
xo