I can't help but watch. You are so much more than beautiful to me.
Your eyes hold my gaze and in them I can see so much.
For in that moment I have bliss.
I feel dismayed when I remember that you are not really here.
I am left with a photo staring back at me.
I take you in my pocket and know that I am never alone.
Not sure how long this can go on.
Feeling that I will burst with hope.
I want to tell of the joy I have found.
Until then, I have your heart and your picture.
December 1999