the shadows on tree trunks make me think of you. sweetscented smoke curling above old books makes me think of you. soy milk, for christ's sake, makes me think of you. and this is excluding pillows and bicycles and blue sky and the way steam clouds the bathroom when i take a shower. your echo is in every room now. your fingers trail along all my walls, your skin fills all my skies. i find your scent slipping through the wind when i sleep.

i'm sure i could live without you, but i haven't really tried it yet. you are, as the song says, everywhere to me.