Here I Am

Here I am
with a glass of wine
and thoughts of you
by my side
in this forced
night.

And I imagine
your soft skin,
I believe,
against my hand.

And I imagine
your glowing smile,
I can tell,
enlightening me.

And I imagine
your deep eyes,
like the edge
of the universe.
 
And I can taste,
almost can,
your lips about
to say.

And your smell
and your head
on my shoulder.

All of you
I imagine,
in this starry night,
in this hollow silence
in a moment
that does not exist.

But in it you were,
however ethereal,
eternal.

L.M.