homeless

I wish I could find some trace of her presence,
the lingering scent of her breath.
I wish I could find some small opinion,a sight seen by her eyes,an outrage that coursed through her body.
I wish I could see her name or say the word that called her to me before, and have it land gentley in its rightful place.

I guess that is what loss is: a deep, truthful and unquestionable absence.
silence.stillness.infinite seperation.

I wish I could.