I feel your presence with every step taken,
every blade of grass I touch.
It follows me as if connected to the strings of my soul in some incomprehensible way.
I feel your pain within every withered rose,
in every crumpled, fallen leaf.
Words are unable to capture the feeling that is your presence.
Trees sway softly with the wind,
as your voice is carried high above where I am able to reach.
I see you in the first bloom of a daisy,
or in the stars that cover the night sky.
Your presence is all around me;
a constant reminder that I will never be alone.
Most people will tell you to watch for the sunset,
as they will be there looking down at you.
I know better than to believe most people,
I know better than to wait for sunsets.
And yet every time I catch a glance of the yellow and pink sky,
I can't help but wonder if you're staring back.
When a bird flies above,
when a rabbit crosses my path,
I wonder if you live vicariously through them.
I feel your presence everywhere I go;
in every tree I touch,
and in every stone I walk upon.
In a way, I am aware that you are not watching me from the sunsets,
or following through the wildlife.
But I will always be left wondering where you ended up,
and if I will ever get the chance to meet you there.
