i wear you on my sleeve,
covered up at every opportunity.
you are my history, my past, my logic,
the reason for countless choices
and reactions and fears.
whether four miles away or four hundred
my heart looks for you in the universe,
waits for your movements,
seeks the beacon of your heat.
without you i am ungrounded,
or fallow; far afield, or flightless.
so far removed, the memories
are refreshed by fantasy:
i am young again, and you are perfect.