And with you gone,
I was afraid I’d forget you.

But I was wrong.

I see you in everything—
in every wave that comes ashore to greet me,
in every song the birds sing
outside my window.

Even at night,
I find you between the stars.

And I wish I could leave the earth
just to visit you.

But I can’t—
so I lie on the cold stones,
look up at the sky,
and envy the stars.

Oh, how lucky they are
to be in your presence.