I think of you in the stillness, in the breath between moving from one event to the next on my
busiest days. When your name comes as a whisper, floating around my brain, reminding me I
can’t tell you about it.

I think of you when I am rattled by the bitter cold as I step into the night. How you would grab
my hand pretending to be romantic, seeking my warmth.

I think of you in the morning when the silk is cold to the touch as my muscles don’t yet know not
to search for you. The battle to stop the thought of you begins before I even open my eyes.

I think of you in the hectic, in the chaos of life, in the stress of my spirit, I am reminded of your
calm. I think of you every time I breathe. I don’t know which I would rather stop.