Hours after we part

I find you drifting through my thoughts

With a start I wake to

the world around me and

as absently I brush back my hair again

the scent of my hand,

the scent of your skin and my hands in your hair,

lures me longingly into its trance

sets you before me and

lets you adorn my dreams once again

With what convoluted argument

might I convince myself

that I didn't really care,

that you didn't matter,

when a moment's change in the wind

still dangles your memory before me