The shadows play upon the paving stones as the hot afternoon breeze blows the branches of the poplar tree, making her away back and forth like a weathered grandma in her kitchen. The birds chirp and call and the hiss of the leaves get lost in the roar of the gust as it swells. I sit upon the bench, letting the shadows play on my form like children on a playground, and my mind and thoughts turn to you.
An explosion of memory and moods swell like an ocean storm and I settle on gentle thoughts of your graceful form. Your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes pull in the world around them, and helpless as a twig pulled by the stream, I always sink into your eyes with reckless abandon. You are with me, beside me, inside my head and heart, your breath is the breeze, your light casts the shadows.