A copy of yourself
lives in her smile.
A tether between you
that none can break.
A piece of your soul
dances as you walk.
She reminds me of days
when the young me watched you.
Knowing that you would somehow
leave all this behind you.
The connection you have
replaces all you have lost.
I hold in my heart
the need to be near or far
as my heart can stand.
Only a brush with the two
can make my heart dance
with joy or with sadness.
I still look up to you.