Do not look for me underneath your feet when the trees have changed  their outline against the wavering sun, or the snow has blanketed the earth into eternal slumber.

Nor will you trace your hands along the alabaster stone with tear stained eyes, when you know good and well that the only reminder of me will be my monogram followed by great exaggerations of the man I was.

Oh but love, you knew me so much better than this. You knew me when I tread among men, with my face towards the blue horizon, your hand in mine as we made every promise under the shimmering moon. No my dear, I am afraid I am not there either. 

To find me, you must close your eyes. I will come to you when you are ready, and your heart does not hurt anymore.

I am in the wind you feel on an autumn day, brushing your temple just where my lips used to reside. I will be in every note that I have ever written to you, and when you hear my voice, I hope you laugh and not tear up  which you are so accustomed to doing.

You can find my face in the clouds, which sometimes morph together to make the oddest of shapes. And sometimes, the sky will turn grey and full of rain. Know then that I miss you always, and the drops that  fall are just my way of reminding you.

I am the reason your hair will shoot up on seemingly normal days, when there is no humidity to make it do so. You question it now, but in my heart, I fully believe you will be able to figure out the great mystery behind it all. Pull it back in frustration if you must, because sometimes, I need a good laugh, and a reminder of what it is like to be so beautifully human.

I am in the flush of your cheeks when another makes you fall for him, not because I am playing Cupid with my new found wings, but because I was the one who first pinched the colors there. Do not be hesitant, blush for him, Make him smile. Just as you made me smile. The poor fool may need an ego boost.

And if the fool is to leave you, I will be the bandage when your already battered heart is wounded. I will be the warmth that floods your tiny frame on the coldest of nights,  or The Beatles song that encompasses you in a memory of us. Or sometimes, just sometimes, I will be the voice in the back of your head that says there is nothing wrong with another spoonful of ice cream.

And one day, you will look to the sky, when your time has come. Then my love, I will be the one who makes the long journey to bring you home. Your blue eyes will close once more, and you will find me there, just as I had promised. 

But until then, do not mourn for me. For I am not under your feet, I am by your side. Smile, think of me, and make your life...Absolutely spectacular.