You're Not Here

Sometimes I close my eyes and wrap

my arms a little tighter

around the pillow in your place.

But I can only imagine.

Sometimes I close my eyes and wonder

what your hand might feel like

brushing against my cheek.

But I can only imagine.

Sometimes I close my eyes and listen

as the wind becomes your breath,

sighing the rhythms of life.

But I can only imagine.

Sometimes I close my eyes and stay still,

yearning for your words

to fill the coffers of my heart.

But I can only imagine.

Sometimes I close my eyes and bask

in the sun as it becomes your lips,

dancing warmth onto mine.

But I can only imagine.

Sometimes I close my eyes and hope

that the dream I dreamed is real

and you're here when I awake.

But I can only imagine.

I can only imagine,

Because you're not here.

COPYRIGHT 2011. Emma C Miller. Any reproduction of this story may not be made without express written consent of the author.