Your memory lingers around
Like the soft smell of wet earth
Like the persistence of old parchment
Of burning rubber and gas stoves
Of cinnamon and crushed cloves

I can feel you
Even in the very air
I can breathe you in
So far
Yet so close

A cold star with a fiery heart
Words like flames that rip apart
all shields of this fallen heart
Your words hang around
Unsung sonnets and sounds

I can hear you
Even in the core of my being
I can touch you
So far
Yet so close