I think of you ....

Now that you're gone, I think of you... often.. at innopportune moments..and random times..
I think of you ....often..with my passing life...in happy moments and heavy sighs..

Let me see .. what do I think of you?

I think of your fingers.. how they were short, strong... typing..like dancing a religious dance..
I think of your posture..tired and wrong... yet ready to pounce at the slightest chance...

I think of your smile... softly burning...of vile mischief yet innocent mirth..
Your laugh..teasing the sadness to laugh along ..like death of one hope is another one's birth..

I think of your eyebrows.. dark and knit..to run the tips of my fingers on...
I think of your palms to cup my eyes.. to shut it all away .. make it be gone.....

I think of your voice.. so soft..like a child..It was always right in what it said..
saying to my conscience to follow the truth but, my dear do you know? it was always dead..

I mourn.. I sigh.. I turn around..to face the oncoming storms and fights
I think of you my love, in sad solitude, as well in the not so lonely nights..