another from the archives:
You are there.
Just under the skin,
in the blood,
returning, unexpected, like a virus.
I close my eyes,
but you loom larger.
I smell you in a stranger,
hear your voice in a crowd,
long for you in a silent, empty kitchen.
But I needn’t miss you,
ache for you,
search for you.
You are a part of my cellular memory.
I carry you always.
Even if I wish there was no trace of you.