particles of us

you
soft and sublime.
easy with generosities.
voice of honey
breath of flowers.
so difficult to leave.
I swallow your goodbye
but it sticks in my chest.

me
only footsteps away from you
I look into the yet innocence of earth.
and seek the familiar things.
flavors of my life that I need
elements of you
particles of me
in everything I see.

today I see the shoreline of the lake.
the soft sheathes of the willows
swaying in the light breezes
filling me with tranquil promises
of our life yet to come.
full of the flow of your hair
swaying soft waves on my bare skin.
endless Sunday mornings
with tea and shared newspapers
conversations of confidences.
I hear our whispers
in the branches
like moths .