white afternoons and sunlit leaves were lost to
gray days and the sharp cut of mountains against the horizon

the mess of my life met the worry in your heart
and all the long walks in the world cannot dull my love for you

senseless words with sacred meaning fill every space,
the margin of each and every page is a work of art

the strength of your presence is enough to keep me content with
a voiceless love that will haunt me on even the sunniest mornings

there is an entire world within me that you will never explore
and i am sad to say you are an ocean in which i will never swim

i can fill my mind with endless distraction and empty substance,
but the truth of you is never far behind

even now i can hear your voice and see the bright of your eyes,
the set of your shoulders and the grace of your fingers

you haunt me like my shadow.