~YOU~

Gone...the word they use to describe you now. Although that may be true to them, i know you are still here, because i feel you. As the small brittle creek waves rush through my fingers, And the warmth of the sun finds my face. When the sound of laughter hits my uneven ears, and a smile takes over my lips. I close my eyes when the wind brings your scent to my nose...no i believe you can't be gone, when even the tree's remember you. The reflection in the water i see you, you live in the blue of my eyes and in the structure of my bones.....your blood is what fills my heart. No you surely can not be gone...you live in me, in the tree's, the water.....in everthing beautiful and true...everything that is surely alive.