As I look down from up above, my face
Is deep imprinted in one memory,
Two years, or three, or ten? A smile does grace
My deeply held love, visions you might see
In quiet moments when deep dreams are shared
Between separated lovers. These looks,
Unnoticed by the passing throng, compared
To daily hum-drum, evoke feelings books
Can only hope to achieve as they speak
To loss, and sadness, and to moving past.
You should not ever feel in moments weak
That I am not there. Even as you’re fast
Asleep I look down, smiling, as you move
From dreams through dreams, remembering our love.