the memory is like leaving a place then leaving

it over and over till clouds

appear below me,

but I still don’t know what to do

with all the you that’s left

under my skin.

Days like these, when you tick inside me,

I wish I could take a bottle of your voice

and place it to my ear like a capped sea shell,

just to hear the rush of your breath.

I want a picture of your feet ,

So I can remember what you look like

when you chose to stand beside me,

toe to toe to mine, I’ll feel less alone

when I reach and air is all there is.

I wonder if I think your name hard enough

will you feel my thoughts hum, adding to your energy

wherever you are-

I know you still see me.