Recollection

I smile

When I think of you.

My memories of you are framed

Within a misty haze.

I never saw your faults

Only the tender reality

Of your flawed perfections.

The gentle curving veins

Along your wrist

Shifting as your pencil glides

Effortlessly

Across a scrap of paper.

The slight protrusion of your Adam’s apple

Bobbing as you swallow thoughtfully.

The simple concentrated gaze

And calm and steady silence

Glowing while you create a work of art.

The warmth and mystery

Contained within

Your hazel blue-green eyes.

The merry grin

That comes so easily

Even when you’re feeling down.

The pensive melancholy

That clouds your expression

When you think no one is looking.

I care. 

I cared.