i look for you
always
i’ll catch a flash of you
in the dark shadows
of a smokey bar
or hear the scuff of your boot
on the beer soaked floor
or the glimpse of black leather
as a door slowly closes
i smell the aroma of you
while entering a book store
following it towards
the mysteries and horror
only to have the scent fade
somewhere between self help
and biographies
i feel you
next to me in bed at night
spellbound by the very thought of you
aching to hold you
then saddened by the fact
that your side of the bed is empty
you've left me, i know
and foolish, i may be
but it gives me comfort
knowing you can arouse my senses
just by imagining you're still around.