A poem a day for 2013 - day 364 - Come. True. Again.

I wallow in it sometimes
I admit
This saponaceous sage scented lather
I dream of you
Make nebulous references of your arms and shoulders in my poetry
That you never read
How could you know
I still see you sometimes
You are there
Alongside my bed
Hear your voice on the phone
Smell your tea in my cup
Remember water
That night
Beach and sand and freeze between our toes
Remember how slowly you walked me home
I have to stop thinking about you
Stop missing you and seeing you in my everywhere
My friends keep telling me how gone you are
But what do they know
About how far into heaven I see