Her

I feel her

here despite the miles.

I see her

here close and with smiles.

I hear her

here, crunching apples.

I catch a

scent of her; in the air and

on sheets, close to me.

I kiss her:

but only in my imagination;

my memories of holding her.

I have all

of these and breathe in the

whole of her, however far

however close she seems.

She holds me in dreams.