I close my eyes, visit darkness,
An old, old friend...
Slow my breaths, feel silence close
In around me -
But, I am not alone. Instead,
I feel you here...
I sense your warm breath, feel your touch
On my shoulder,
Without seeing, I know your smile,
And hear whispered
Notes of love, warm touch, as your hair
Brushed by my cheek.
For just one moment, my arms held
You to my heart.
Then, you are gone; I am alone again,
But feel your scent
Left on my arm, and on my hand
The warmth of your fingers remains...