Without you,
I could have wings,
and see the world,
standing atop the Eiffel Tower,
before I found my way to waves,
waiting for breathtaking,
but,
without you,
it would just be places,
faceless things,
that just happen to pass me by.
I thought about you,
tonight,
as I stared out my window,
at more of the world,
and I felt empty,
except for the small part of my heart,
that still has your name written on it,
which beat faster,
and with more urgency,
as your face appeared in my dejected reflection,
your eyes reaching mine,
as I reach for your hands.
It was just my imagination,
but your name is still there,
all seven letters.
