by Hollyann Widay
I miss you.
I still find your
Feathers
Traces of you
Thinking of the dates you lost each one
What you were looking at
What you were curious about
I still hear echoes
Your song
When it's silent
Your absence
Is what I have left of you
Like an impression
A burn-in
On my memory’s screen
The outline of your shadow
Reminds me of what you looked like
With nothing else to grasp
I hold tightly onto
The empty space
Where you used to be
Your apparition
A melody
Still humming in my head
You
In the rests instead of the beats