you have not touched this skin,
you have not been inside this bedroom,
slept in this bed,
breathed my name into this air.

but again you are in everything i see,
and it's not something i think i can bear.

it is too much at once,
but still never enough.

i don't dream of you anymore.
of your hands, of the look in your eyes -
you, your presence in my house,
lighting up my room.

i don’t know if i love you now
but i could love you again,
so easily,
as certain as the sun rising each morning.