Even in the distance.
Even in the silence.
Even in the uncertainty.
I feel you.
You’re stuck in my head.
You’re printed on my body.
You’re inside me.
And I feel you.
My mouth still has your taste.
My nose still smells your scent.
My ears still listen to your voice.
My hips still sense your grip.
And I feel you.
You’re not here with me.
I’m not there with you.
We belong to others.
But my dreams always welcome you.
And I feel you.