July 16, 2014

Just As If


I don't know
what makes me
think of you,
something I hear,
a reminder
of what
you might do.
But there's
your face, 
back in my 
morning mirror,
then your voice
saying my name,
so clear.
Your eyes
always take me
by surprise,
just as if
you were 
still alive.

Every time
you suddenly appear,
I don't know where
you're coming from,
wanting more space
to live
inside my head.
I can't seem
to close this door
for good,
without forever
seeing you, instead.

7/4/2014