DETACHED

reminded

Everything reminds me of you.

The brush of a leaf against my skin,

and your gentle hands are on my mind.

The way you guided me to the window,

and told me to look up into the sky.

Count the stars along with you.

And it's when I go outside,

that I stumble from the onslaught of thoughts.

It's the way the wind buffets around me,

pulling at my clothes,

deafening me with whispers,

that I feel your presence,

the way you were determined to sweep me off

my feet.

The wind reminds me of you.

And it's when the rain falls that I get reminded

of you.

so vulnerable and open to me

tears running down your face.

The food that I eat

The drinks that I drink

The walks that I take,

and then songs that I sing.

I'm reminded over and over of you.

And maybe you're sitting somewhere,

thinking of me as well.

The things that you do,

reminding you of me.

Or maybe, I'm the only one.

That's reminded of the person I knew.

But still everything,

reminds me of you.

A/N: I don't even know what I was doing with this poem aha.