Everything I see
brings you to mind.
The carpet lines are
the stripes on your shirt.
The red bricks are
your lips-
and, yes, they smile at me.
The windows of my house
are your eyes.
The thick grass
moves like you hair
and my fingers want
to scratch your dirt scalp.
Every white car
is yours.
The wind is
your voice
and the sunshine
your laugh.

I see your photo
and it's only
an image,
yet you are
always around me
and soon enough-
your features
that I see
in this world
will be real
and physically near.