“I saw you today in the crowds that poured forth from tall concrete buildings,
their thoughts on seeing and being seen at local watering holes.
I saw you today and your face was half turned from me,
the autumn sun falling across your profile,
casting shadows on cheekbones I remember so well.
I saw you today, hair lifting lightly in the breeze,
hand slightly raised to brush it back into place.
I saw you today, uncertain smile on your full lips, glistening and parted.
I could taste those lips, smell that sweet breath
that blew warm and moist across my own.
I saw you today.
Risen from the grave of my memory,
walking through downtown crowds,
How is it possible that I saw you today
when you are hundreds of miles away in body
and galaxies away in spirit?”