How close do we come
where it is that we belong,
we sudden realize
we remember a song, a laugh,
a sort of posture always held true.
If I could see you in the manner I feel you,
would that be all I need.
There’s so much more
beyond the memory of your kindly heart.
So often can I recall your beauty,
just in the Grace of your being,
I see so many faces
they exist around me,
I always have you nearby.
If I ask, you’ll go away,
so I find myself
using peripheral vision,
my ideal is to not frighten you away,
with some mortal insecurity.
Did you know I am working on bringing you back,
well it’s a facade,
a sort of well put together imagination,
brings you to mind,
every time I hear the word