Returning

I speak to you, even when you can’t hear,
I cling to you, even when you aren’t there,
I laugh with you, at the jokes you once made,
I sing to you, even when you are asleep.

I play with you, so many, imaginary games,
I dream with you, aspiring, it’s all the same,
I wait for you, every single day,
I hope for you, for you, pray.

I wish for your good health, sincerely,
Even if you are so away, and not listening,
I see you, whenever I want,
In reflections, I can conjure you.

When somebody else passes by,
Somebody with a slight beard, with their head held high,
I recognize you in them, I see your face,
Their rigid features, you replace.

When I dissolve into my favorite songs,
All my words sing of you,
Every lyric and every rhyme,
Tell your stories, of our times.

As I stare at random eyes,
I see yours, staring back,
As I gaze into the starlit skies,
I can discern your face, by connecting the dots.

When somebody speaks of anything beautiful,
You spring to mind, so enchanting,
Whenever, fresh air, I take a lungful,
You return, reminding.

12:34 pm, January, 10th 2010.