You thought you knew me,
But I did know you.
You thought you were watching me,
But I did hold you securely in my sight,
Recording every moment,
memorizing your smile, tracing your frowns,
In your absence
I rehearsed you,
The way you had of singing
On a breeze,
While a sob lay
At the root of your song.
The way you posed your head
So that the light could caress your face
When you put your fingers on my hand
And your hand on my arm,
I was struck with a sense of health,
Of strength and very good fortune.