I hear you playing the piano in my mind.
Not the keys hit,
but the scores alive.
I see you talking in my mind.
Not the words said,
but feeling the love and companionship you convey.
I taste a sandwich in my mind.
Not the peanut butter and jelly,
but the memories of all the markets been and dishes made.
I have experiences of us in my mind.
but very precious and real.
9/12/2009 – These are the things I hold dearest.