I’m writing about you
and
what a joy it is –
to see you rise from the pages
and float
into the room – every letter
resembling the warmth of your breath;
through a curtain of tears I draw
your face with sentences – with words
I gently stroke across your gentle forehead
and rosy cheeks;
all in this moment –
everything is intangible yet I feel your presence
I see your smile
I see your laugh
I see –
you’re here again, for some time
at least;
Before everything inevitably fades
with the last sentence and the last word
just like you drew your last breath
and disappeared
from the world