I came across a gift you gave me,
a thing that once belonged to you.
I lay my cheek against it to find your touch
In this thing that was yours but is not you.
I find that feeling of you ….
That special sense that was uniquely you.
You weren’t always there
You weren’t always truthful
You weren’t always right
And even in that there is no one who is what you were to me.
You cannot be replaced, nor is that my desire.
Because you are still here, in these things, these pictures, paintings, books,
These gifts you gave.
I lay my cheek against them
And feel that special sense that is uniquely you.