What I Thought

My beloved, whom I miss with every breath,

Your scent lingers in the air as if suspended.

I draw my breath deep within,

And lower its amber and musk to my very core.

Your eyes come before my eyes every second,

I feel as though your hands are with me always.

When I confront a painful truth,

My heart fills with the mourning of my beloved.

My soul has fallen forever into exile,

My aged eyes gaze upon roads that will never bring you back.

Oh, if my tears could find a way to speak,

I do not know if they could tell you of my longing.

When I think of your eyes, a warmth settles in my heart,

A warm and familiar feeling envelops my body,

My beloved, who has gone and will never return,

I always believed you were present;

Yet it is your absence that is the most enduring form of my beloved.