Gone

You're gone
But you're here,
Still. Silent in my mind

Your scent lingers
On my pillow, embedded
In my soul, you remain.

Your touch still felt
When I fix my hair
Or earring

Your breath
When the wind whispers
Past my bare neck

Your arms, contours
Of rock, remembered
When I hike the hills

My bedsheets; your hair
Falling over my face
Like a veil

Blinding me
To the fact that
You've gone.