I see him everywhere.
He’s a phantom in my world.
I see him now, sitting across the booth from me.
I imagine him looking back at me, with those sweet eyes that sparkle when I’m in sight.
I see him smiling and I smile back, because I love his smile.
I feel his hand in mine when I’m walking around.
His long fingers intertwined firmly in mine.
I imagine coming home from work, greeting him with hugs and kisses.
I can practically smell him.
His image lays in the bed next to me, wrapping his warm body around mine.
I can almost feel the weight of it dipping into the mattress.
I see him next to me as I drive.
I hear his voice commenting on my carefully reckless driving.
He chuckles, that chuckle I’ve come to love.
He is everywhere but not here.
Because he’s only a memory, a figment of my imagination.
A ghost in the daily life I will never share with him.
Someone I will never touch.
Or show how much I love.
His essence is locked away in my heart, the last piece of him I can claim.
The only piece I can claim.
And there he will stay.
I miss him.