Finding You

You're far away.

I can't count the distance in miles or hours or any measure known to man.

It will be years before I see your face again, but not before I see you.

I see you in pictures.

I see you in dreams.

I see you in memories that I replay over and over again in my head.

I see you a lot, but I find you more.

I find you in the sun rays peaking through the clouds.

I find you in the tall white birds that perch in the shallow water.

I find you in my mannerisms.

I find you in my heart.

I find you in the perfume that you used to wear.

I find your guidance in things we've long ago discussed.

I find you in the color of my bedroom wall.

I find you in sermons and stories and books.

I find you in so many books.

I find you in the things we used to share, and the things we used to do.

For when a person is near, you find them not at all.

It's when a person leaves, and your heart craves them that you find them everywhere.