And I see him in someone's sideways smirk,
someone's endless brown eyes,
someone's smile when they laugh.
I see him in the room where we watched movies all night.
I see him where we fought to the death at foosball.
I see him when I drive past the place
where it happened.
I see him every time someone gets
a little too close,
a little too fast.
I see him when someone grabs my wrist and all I can do
is remember the way he help mine down.
I see him when someone kisses me, and I can't breathe because
what if they don't stop.
What if I look up,
and it's those same brown eyes,
what if it's his hands holding me down,
what it it's his voice in my ear, whispering,
"Don't you trust me?"
I see him every time I close my eyes.
Around every corner, in every stranger,
in faded memories with sharp edges.
And all I can do, is wonder how long it will be until
his touch, his face, his memory,
will finally fade from my life.