You’ve Been Gone

This weather brings with it lost sensations –
your fingertips as they brushed back my hair,
your lips warm on my temple, the softness
of a breeze as it skimmed our nakedness.

I recall lazy afternoons in bed,
curtains shielding us from neighborhood eyes;
an echo of kids as they ran down streets
chasing after the joy of life – laughing.

Once I had to close my eyes, block you out,
just to get through the day – not any more.
These days, I smile, welcome memories;
thrill with the return of treasured feelings.

You’ve been gone for so many years – more than
I care to count – season after season.