After you were gone
You never really were
A wisp of you here
A flash of you there
Everywhere
At breakfast I remember your tips on how to cook
When choosing a song I feel the urge to start with one of your favorites
I wake up and go to say good morning
My hand hangs empty and cold
My walks are lonely and speechless
    You are gone from me physically
But you are stamped into my life
More you than me
Always there
In flashes
And wisps