being with you
S ure I see that Tree. As well as how my fingers punch the keys of my laptop. The cars passing me by and some honking their horns at me as I drive. I seem to process and act on the task I need to do at hand but you're the one who is always one on my mind. Wherever or whenever the thought of you lingers. Its like the air that I breathe. Its like the wind, I feel it, even if I do not see it, I know it is there. As if am watching a movie, I see my life pass before my eyes, and you're there beside me, smiling, crying, laughing eating your favorite food. I see you not with my eyes but with my heart. It speaks about how much it misses you and how it longs to see you. Sometimes he talks to some of my other body parts and I uncomfortably shift my hips from side to side at how excited they get, it even happens at a sales call when am with a client, it hits me like a truck and I can neither stop nor deny it. It sings of you about love, its loneliness, at how happy a memory of you makes i...