Opening the cupboard door, I find
The seldom used jar of coffee
Facing me, and instinctively I turn
To face her, only to find air
And floor on which she once stood.

By closing my eyes, I can still feel
The spoon being snatched from me
As she beamed mischievously,
Her huge eyes insisting I look
Nowhere else but at them.

When I think of her, I feel
My hand closing as if hers is
Still there to be held; as if
I can imagine her back into
My presence just by
Reaching for her.

She gave me a glimpse of Heaven
So enchanting that I see it
Whenever I close my eyes; as if
She has engraved herself on
The insides of my eyelids.

She is a tapestry, woven from
Sunshine and love and all
The other wonders of this world.

She is not here, except in my mind,
And in my heart, and in the
Last set of fingerprints left on
The seldom used coffee jar.

06/28/2008

Posted on 06/29/2008
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