I still feel..... you.
You are still here.
Absence, even prolonged, doesn't remove you.
You have become visceral.
Attached to the inner parts of me.
The vital parts of me.
I still see..... you.
In my peripheral.
Throughout different moments of the day.
When I see something I also want you to see.
And on my inward eye every time I shut my eyes.
You are my vision.
I still hear..... you.
I hear that voice.
When I read, your voice narrates all the words.
I can even hear you smile.
It's as clear as if you were next to me.
It whispers everything I need to hear.
I still dream..... you.
We do it together.
Sharing a narrow path in a wide world.
Believing destiny and faith will guide us right.
To our imagined paradise.
Beneath a tree.
Where our pens, passion, and souls converge.
Where everything will be made clear.

   Spirit.
   Truth.
              Inspiration.
Life.
  Love.