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.