the trace of you is still sensed faint but there; when I arise in a daze, dizzy, bedazzled, hazy, from pleasant dreams
the thoughts of you evade my mind in the glory of dusk and dawn to evoke, certain emotions that I never thought could exist talk, pause, think speak, laugh, blink
cradling myself by building a nest of memories I pick from my mind pluvious weather, the pitter patter, the knits on the sweater, reminds me of you but what trail of constellation does not remind me of a star, that is you?