In the Absence of Light

Sometimes, in the absence of light,

I see you

You have an uncanny way

of showing yourself when I am weak



That has been a lot lately



You spring from echoes of yesterday

and the beckoning of tomorrow



Where are you?


Silly me...I know where you are

Here in the folds of my heart

and the starlight of a winters night



You are in the prints that cover my fingertips

and the scent that clings to my skin



Gone, but not forgotten



Stop staring at me and,

in time, perhaps I won't remember....



Or, maybe,


I'll forget to breathe