Ever watch the way forms moves? — other animals, human beings, all plants and such…
There is a pattern to the movement and a trail left behind all forms of life.
Have you ever walked up to a bunch of friends and you know for sure
that the one
(whose form you most appreciate)
was just there?
No, you didn’t talk earlier.
You didn’t see em walking away.
You just feel it.
So you ask your friends,
“Was he here?”
They say, “yeah, he just left”
You breathe the air, taking in the mood
enjoying it, til you’re forced to shift to the next distraction.
Well, I’ve got to confess.
I’m feeling you.
I feel you coming and going.
I feel you lingering behind every thought, filling up every room…
Every time I close my eyes, I feel you reaching through the clutter.
Damn, I guess that’s something I carry with me now.
That trail, your trail, is the one I’m tuned in to.
I’m always looking for for signs of you.
Maybe that’s what they call love.
Today, I’m remembering how you move and smile
blanketing my time
in the trail you’ve left behind.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
– Katie Rost
