I can see you clearly now, but I don't know how that can be, when you're so far away from me

but I can still see the times we shared in the lines on my forehead -
and I can count the amount of laughter you gave me, imprinted in my dimples
and I can feel the softness of your skin -
the scent of you better than any perfume, the presence of you better than the essence of any being

but I don't know how it slipped away,
so quickly and so swiftly -
and like the wind, you went

how am I supposed to mend my broken parts,
if you're still beating,
in my head and in my heart?