I saw his smile in the clouds. The buzz of conversation on the subway was the haunting sound of his beautiful laughter. The wind in the trees was his gentle touch. The radio played the sweet melody of those three little words on repeat. Falling into bed at night was being wrapped in his arms.
  The darkness of the night was the  abandonment that swallowed me. The stars outlined the path of his footsteps out the door and into a life that no longer featured me. The coyote calling out to the moon was the sound of my heart begging his memory to escape me.