I hear your voice on the wind.
Still and small.
Calling my name through the breeze.
I can feel your hand in mine.
Radiating a warmth.
Scorching your brand in my soul.
I see your shape on the horizon.
Shining with an otherworldly glow.
Blinding me with your beauty.
I can smell your scent in my dreams.
So pure, and sweet.
Staining my waking hours.
I taste your name on the tip of my tongue.
Not yet fully formed,
yet so strong and sure.
Please, don’t leave me this time.