Today

As an unwavering fifth note of the scale,

You rendered my first note into music.

And when life carried you on its waves,

For a brief moment, your being must have resonated,

spun with some secret understanding

in the same frequency as something within me. 

Your song loops itself around my mind

And you haven't left. Yet.

Like a baby discerning its mother's breast

I knew you from your redolence of

mossy verdant forest paths.

And when life carried you on its waves,

For a brief moment, your being must have vaporized,

distilled in an untold hoary formulation,

your essence and sprayed it on my soul.

Your perfume lingers on my skin

And you haven't left. Yet.

Your thoughts direct this universe;

My quixotic pursuit of life, fate, fortune.

Your absence holding me closer and tighter,

More than your presence ever did.

But, it is easy to say this today

You haven't left.