I See You

I see you on every fuzzy border and margin,

In every memory and sentiment.

Sometimes you bleed in like a watery cloud of steam on the glass wall,

And sometimes you peek through the windows,

Your eyes glistening blue, like the crispest of oceans.

When I close my eyes, I am not blind,

Because I always see you standing in front of me,

Grinning like an eager child.

The freckles spotting your face tell their stories,

Sun-blazed memories spinning in my mind.

It always comes back to you,

The soft breeze or the piercing birdsongs in the air.

I always come running back,

On my knees for you,

Looking up at your face, needing, pleading.

You’re gone,

But I still see you.