Interwoven
I can't live without him.
He is within me.
He is in my eyes.
I close them and
through the freckled pattern of light
and dark
on my inner eyelids,
I see him.
His cheeks,
his brown eyes,
his nose.
(god I love his nose)
I see his smile.
I watch memories of him
throwing himself back as he laughs.
I close my eyes and
I see our first kiss.
I try to remember how I felt about him
at each point in our
relationship,
I always seem to remember
feeling the same,
just like this.
I close my eyes
and I replay
every memory I have with him
because he is in my eyes,
and he is in my ears.
I sit alone in a room
but I hear his voice.
Deep,
a little rasp,
not harsh,
I can just slightly hear
the bumps the words run over.
I hear his laugh
in every dream I have
(god I love his laugh)
He is in my nose.
The air smelled like him today.
Oh yes, I'm sure the air smelled like him today.
I turn my head
I roll over from my pillow
into the space he has been so many times.
He is still there if I close my eyes
breathe in
and listen.
He swims through my veins
seeping into everything I am.
I wouldn't want him anywhere else.
But I am feeling very tired
and I'm missing him terribly.
I think I'll shut my eyes.
And even though
I've got an artificial you
Right at my mind's fingertips,
I am still so jealous of the world
It gets to spend more time with you than I do.