You,
are the dark circles beneath my eyes
from spending too many nights
wishing you were here
instead of there.

          You,
          are the hitch in my breath
          when someone mentions your name
          and the smile that invades my face
          when I think of the things you do.

                    You,
                    are the shiver down my spine
                    as I recall those magic moments
                    when being close to you
                    was never quite close enough.

                              You,
                              are the regret I will always have
                              a wound that just won’t heal
                              as permanent as a tattoo
                              the ghost that remains
                              you,
                              are everywhere.