my imagination

At the corner of my eye, I still see your shadow;
Moving so slowly as to taunt me and let me know
that when I try to focus, you aren't there. 

Just beyond my headlights,  I see your face.
As with the darkness it chases away,
it chases with it the shape of your face. 

The moment before my eyes open,
I smell your hair as I did while nestled in.
Reality reminds me, it wasn't true.

With every part of my mind I try to remember you,
the way I knew you in the spring.
Before you left me with nothing.