like the scent of your favorite flower
you so desperately miss in the depths of winter.
like the flavor of the sweetest honey,
that you can taste on your lips even now.
like thousands of delights, gone but not yet forgotten.
like treasures you're sure you could never forget.
she's irrefutably gone,
vanished years ago,
her hand slipped from yours
as she disappeared into the mist,
she looked back only once before she was
swallowed by that soft, hazy shroud.
you can still feel her embrace sometimes,
hear her voice.
you see her in all the beautiful things the world offers up,
in a stranger's smile,
in the springtime when the whole world smells new,
in the moonrise.
Based on the quote: “I know you’re gone but I can still feel you”