I can feel the compassion rush to my eyes
and a smile breaks the silence of my lips,
as I stare across the table at your empty seat
vivid imagery lends itself to my cause;

My nose is briefly embraced by  
the shampoo you so worship with each
flowing strand of your liquid golden locks

and then it's the look in your eyes subtly
telling me things that words can't describe,
telling me things that words don't exist for.

instantly, I'm completely lost swimming
in the ever-blue swirls and twine
that surround your all-seeing retinas

instantly, I'm completely left thinking
of the ever-grey thorns on your spine
and the swirl in the rose that adorns it

These are the things I see
even with you absent
from the seat across from me.