Living With You In Your Absence

A scorching day,
I am walking-
My footsteps entwining into your footprints,
I feel you streaming through my staunch veins,

A scorching day,
Yet I feel as fresh as the first day of spring,
Passing the bench where we used to sit,
Under the pine tree, watching the heavenly calmness of the waves,

A scorching day,
Your hands are as delicate as the southern breeze,
We throw feeble stones across the sea, like a fruitful rabbit hopping joyfully through the fields,
Amazing... how our patterned ripples are equal, resonating with each other,

I feel you,
I feel you, my bountiful beauty,
I am living with you in your absence.