today, though no one else may do so,
i will think of you;
for you are everything to me
and were

today, though no one else may feel it,
i will breathe you in;
the slightest breeze, your fingers,
brushing lightly on my skin –
i cannot end these thoughts, but yet
no more will they begin —
for light is slowly fading
on the rise

tonight, though everything is darkness,
i will say your name;
for you are anywhere that i
might be

tomorrow, though it may not matter,
i will think of you:
for what is left of you
is all
of me