I still feel you sometimes
When I soak in the sunlight
That seeps in through the window
Hitting all the furniture in its way
I see your gray hairs glimmer
As you read the morning paper
And the black coffee staining every page
You put down on the table
For a while I hear nothing but your quiet
That fills every corner of the room
Like your thoughts are merely ghosts
Flying over my head
And then you clear your throat
Or switch a leg to cross
Or turn to me and smile a little
You say something softly, like
Good morning, or
Yes?,
Or nothing
You just smile.

I look at that same sunlight
Seeping through any window
And I'll soak in it for a while
It almost feels as if
Your arms are around me
You were always the warmest,
After all.