They ask if I know where you are
They ask if I know where you are.
Often I just shake my head.
Your voice whispers to me through the wind, as it blows softly across my cheek.
Your smile is seen after the rain; the bright colors leap from the sky and add a spark of hope to my day.
Your touch radiates through the beams of sunshine, kissing my skin, leaving freckles dancing upon my shoulders.
Your words of wisdom echo in these journals where I still sit in awe of your tales late at night.
Your smell is hard to catch, somewhere around dusk, the blossoms open wide and expel your enchanting aroma.
Your love still consumes my entire heart, my soul, and each moment I am awake.
They ask if I know where you are, often I just shake my head.
Why can’t they see you are everywhere? If they just opened their eyes they would know you are not gone. Until we meet again, you are not gone.
