Not here, in voice
or sight — not present.
Away, distant
your words are foreign.

Apart from this,
the time we’ve spent
facing opposite directions —
you’re still here.

In my eyes, when I wake up
and when I sleep,
the taste in my mouth
and the music in my ears,
the sun on my face
and the breeze I walk through.

You’re in my movements
and my thoughts, my strongest emotions.
You are satisfaction and longing.
You are what I love,
and what I can’t have.