When the world goes quiet, I feel you: In the way my comforter cradles my body with a tenderness most crave In the way my pillow gently holds my head devoid of hatred I hear you: When songs drum in the background and I hear your voice in unison because we once sang them together When my ceiling fans quiet repetitive pulse reminds me of your heart beat when I lay against your chest I see you: With the pictures of us together filling my camera roll The gifts you got for me spread throughout my room I could never forget you, So tightly woven into my silent moments, The way you engulf me without even being there is an impact that will last a lifetime.