pour mon ange how can i be nothing
that when i whisper your name
you cannot hear me
even when you're miles away
when i speak about you
only they can appreciate it
and when i pray for you
God knows but you don't
am i mere presence
a wind stirred by my passing
a kiss of sunshine upon your face
dropping like rain from the sky
falling down your cheek
a smear of water beads together
that when i laugh you hear music
faint and far away, imagined
because i hide myself away
hoping you won't find me
unless you looked for me
if you never realize i was gone
you'd never realize i was here
waiting, wondering
perhaps that look you held
when my eyes passed yours
meant that you saw me for a bit
before you turned away unflinching
because you heard some music in the wind.  ¶ 3:27 AM