I find you in the poetry of lovers.
I find you in the fierce auburn of
the rising sun
demanding to be felt
before it is seen.
I find traces of you
within the strands of my hair.
But above all,
I find you
in me.
In the glimmer of my eyes
when they shine at the
sound of your name.
In the essence of
blooming spring.
In the empty space
between my fingertips.