The remainder

You are here, with me.

Within the fall of the gentlest rain, the caress of sunlight on my bare skin and somewhere in the winking of stars.

Your face is carved into the bare ceiling that I gaze at for hours.

Your laughter floods my ears until I hear nothing but you, there is nothing without you.

The warmth of a blanket yet the first kiss of winter wind, you are everywhere.

A trickle of water, a lit candle; fresh glaring streaks of vibrant paint on white walls and thousands of written florid words, never sent.

You’re present when the clock strikes midnight or a book is read aloud.

The overwhelming scent of your hair follows me, leaping between my scattered dreams. There is no escaping the memory of you. So sweet, so bitter.

You never left, and you never will.