I talk to you the way other people talk to God
In silence
Inside my head
Hidden from the rest of the world
With no expectation of response
I talk to you with memories that I believe we share
Of little things:
A kickballA piece of sushi
A street sign
A melody
I experience you the way the other people do God
I see you in a cloud
I hear you in a breeze
I taste you in my empty mouth
I feel you in my soul
I love you the way other people love God
In absence
In nothing
In emptiness
With the unquestionable belief in another realm where we will live together forever
