your presence has penetrated my skin &
made its home in the marrow of my
bones
i miss your cropped red hair &
sharp black dresses
your well-worn jeans &
old-friend
shoes
i have heard your confident manner over
the telephone & seen your organized
competence on the computer or
choosing a
restaurant
your curious-intuitive-self is walking
through the shadowy mind of the
Egyptians... i am with you but
not quite on the
ground
i imagine you launched, then landing
from the breezy sky... thinking of
your big hugs & petite
kisses
maybe you will fly my way
again, my starling,
or maybe you are finished chasing the
rising sun
but, please, if only for one day, let me
be your valentine, so
you will dream only of
me