B.

You haunt me 
In the form of 
New love. 
I’ve felt your 
Warmth in the
Palms of unfamiliar 
Hands. Your voice 
In the words of
Women who’d 
Choose silence if
They knew their 
Sweet nothings
Remind me of you.
I’ve witnessed 
Your aura in the
Darkest places. 
See your smile
Amongst strangers
faces. Hear your 
heartbeat in the 
Rhythm of every 
Song I’ve wrote. 
For you have 
Remained my
Inspiration. 
You told me I 
Would search for
You in the heart
Of future women. I
Should have believed. 
Rather the spirit 
Of our love than
A physical touch 
I know lacks the 
Strength to capture 
My heart. I suppose 
I’m still grieving the 
Loss of you. 
I’m lost in you. 
There’s no place 
I’d rather be. 
I told you your 
DNA can be 
Found on every
Poem I’ve written. 
These words remain true. 
Every line stained by
Your ink. Monuments 
Dedicated to you.
Calligraphy mimicking
The curves gracing 
Your body. I dot 
Your eyes and cross 
Your t’s because 
You dwell within my details.