dear [ ] : i find you

I find you

dear [     ]:

pen in hand you

marked me with

inklings of our

shared time and

space that only

you can see.

my head is filled with

you. how do i turn to

other things when the

thought of you won’t

let me go?

i found a strand of

your hair on my bed

as i lay there in the

morning light and

wondered whether

to consider it a part

of you or just some-

thing you left behind?

but i find you in kisses,

sighs, smiles, tears,

music, silence, stories,

words, dreams, coffee,

art, tulips, and love.

JANEisnotplain 3.16.2013