I know you are gone  
but the wind curls around me,  
slides under my clothes  
to tickle at bare skin.  

Sun rays caress my face  
in the same way you used to  
pet stray cats.  

Rivers yell and crash  
when they run,  
like us
hand in hand  
when we were young.  

I know you are gone  
but I will always hang on  
to the fleeting existence of you.