I can smell you
Even though you’re not here
I can taste the salt
At the edge of your neck
Even though I never have
Watch you grab the back
Of your head your fingers
Deep in your hair
Even this is art
To my eyes
The way you speak
Your ability to ask
For what you want
Like directing traffic
Unapologetically
There is a gap between
What we have and what is
But I can watch you from a
Different place and appreciate
You for all that you are
Whatever we think that is
Range of emotions
Watch the years grow by
© GÄ
Poétique 