It's Been Ten Years . . .

I think of you most weeks.

I can still almost see your smile, can almost feel your hand cup my face.

Almost.

I still can almost hear your laughter, feel your warm embrace. Almost.

It's been ten years . . . I can still feel you.

Almost.

Sometimes I can picture your head cocked to the side . . . just so. I can . . .

Almost.

Sometime ago I had a dream of you . . . you and that knowing smile . . .

It took . . . ten years for me to get somwhat over you. Almost, I can feel me passing by you. Turning my head from thinking of you.

Almost.

But . . . so many weeks out of the year, I find myself wishing you were near.

Almost.

It's been ten years . . . and I still think of you.