Sometimes When I Am Walking

Sometimes when I am walking,
a breeze blows, and I think of you.
I hear your voice,
speaking the words you write so well,
moving my heart to their rhythm,
and I sing with you, a song.

I think of you when I am eating,
how the food would pass your lips,
how you’d hold a glass,
and how you’d look
when you touched it with your lips.

I think of you when I'm sleeping,
I look and I see you there,
I reach out to feel the dream of your face,
and even touch your air of hair,
then I am lost in a swirl of moments,
lost and I don't know why,
and I can't connect to the things I know
no matter how hard I try.

I feel like I'm always walking.
A breeze blows, and I think of you.