I think he lives through the way my ears hear sounds,
The way I kiss my lips, when unimpressed.
I think he lives in my saunter and the way words form in my mind.
He is within the reflection of the mirror
and in the echo of a silent night
He speaks to me through the stars.
When all is quiet,
In my mind,
I think I find him resting,
His hands clasped around mine.
Holly Sisson:
28/06/2023