I do not need your hand in mine,
nor the weight of your warmth beside me.
Love is not measured in touch or time,
but in the space where longing sets us free.

Once you drift away
like a crown shyness,
the root of obsession will
travel through the nerves,
creating a beautiful ache.

You are not in the whispering wind,
yet every breeze carries your name.
Not in the footprints beside my own,
yet I walk as if you remain.

And your voice dissolves to air
shall I chase or simply feel?

I will not search for you in a form;
because, it is still and ever,
the only one indelible portrait of you,
which is sketched by the nature
only for my eyes.