At times it is a certain shade of blue
or a glimpse of you walking the beach
or your red hair drifting across my pillow
or your aroma as you brush by me,
your scent mingled with yesterday’s perfume.
The intonation of your voice echoed in my ear,
or your footsteps across an empty room,
or you singing softly in the late afternoon
or talking quietly to a dog or two;
these memories all are part of my longing.
While driving today I grieved for the comfort of your hand
when we walked through shopping malls and busy streets
separated from passers-by in our own company.
Recalled images, sounds, touches, scents;
these now punctuate my life and define my existence.