oh yes, there's a
little bit of me
in everything of you, there's
a whisper of me around each corner
there i am , sitting
at your table , here i am
smiling in your bathroom mirror, is
that my scent on your pillow
the feel of my skin, remembered
on your fingertips? yes
the taste of me is in your mouth.
what was that?
what brushed against your heart in passing?
that was me,
in everything of you.