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.

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.

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.