I still see your face when I turn on my
phone, or walk through the house
where your pictures hang
eyes looking back at me from the walls
I still see your face in my dreams, and out of the corner
of my eye
I still hear your voice when I listen to the wind
your laughter still pierces my sobs
and tears run sharp as daggers
down my cheek
I see the gifts I’d bought, touch them
wishing I’d been able to give them on
your birthday
I read again the card unsent, unseen
And stain the envelope once more
Cheeks
