Missing You

I keep expecting your scent to fade

And

I think I will lose the memory of your eyes, your voice, the deep contentment of being in your arms

But

I feel your embrace in the warm wind and hear you in my dreams like a cellist’s sweet song

I smell you by creeks and rivers and in sunlight

You are there in my heartbeat and in every private, satisfied smile

I see your eyes in every shy revelation of the shining moon at night

You are never forgotten