You’re in the songs that I listen to
In the beats of the rhythm that my heart dances to.
And in the thought of stars
That twinkle at night through the distance
No matter they can’t be held close to my existence.
And in the thought of overwhelming miracles
Those that I probably didn’t deserve.
And in the drops of coffee that stain my dress,
A stain forever that loses its aromatic scent
Even in its permanence.
And in the lies that I tell myself
Of how insignificant your absence is.
And the tears that still escape my eyes,
And hit the pillow when I lie down at night.
And in the loss of words that I feel
As I leave this poem incomplete.