You.

You are in everything
and in all the things
I find you.
You are everywhere.

I feel you,
in the rumpled bedsheets
still snug from the warmth
of the silhouette drawn upon
by the morning sun;

I taste you,
in the sweet scent of apple tea
that stains the water
as it fills this empty cup I hold
in hands that long for yours;

I hear you,
in the echoes of my own breath
humming in my own ears
like white noise
before I drift away to sleep

and it’s you
that whispers to me a song
between the exhales I take
the words left unspoken,
all those you've left unsaid.

You are in everything
and in all the things
I find you.
You are everywhere.

and in that
you are never
gone.

I wake up wanting and I go to sleep wanting; All day I want you.