Floating through the air, I can feel your presence.
Not always, not everywhere.
In times of warmth and reflection, I look back and see your eyes, and recognize you are there.
Watching.
Listening.
Waiting.
Your time was cut short with us.
I watched your mast slowly disappear beneath the water.
Gazing out into the world wanting to see you again so we can embrace.
I miss you.
I can feel your presence, as I float through life, the air colliding on me with memories of you with it.