It has been a long day. The same hours in a day have seemed longer. Today I have thought of you.
It is late into the night and your image lingers in my memory. If I close my eyes, I can feel you. If I stand still I can sense your scent.
You are so real. Tonight.
You are real like you were many nights, your laughter interrupting the silence of the night. Tonight the uninterrupted silence brings you to me. Your laughter is now a part of my imaginary. Your scent a trace of who you were. Your presence alive. Tonight.