I see your face from a thousand miles away

Tiny, perfect, still

Every detail picked out and I remember you

I remember your gestures, your voice

And how you felt the three times you let me hold you in my arms

I see your name in print

With it's nuance and variation

Your subtle slight of hand and gravity

Are memories that will never leave me

Though they may leave me grieving

And when you catch my scent upon the air

From a thousand miles away

Will you even know it's mine?

Or that I'm thinking of you still?