Presence

From behind closed eyelids,
       I can see you in front of me,

The glimmer in your eyes make mine glimmer,
       Your innocent smile makes me smile.

My nose is flooded with your bitter-sweet perfume,
       The one whose odor i have memorized,
       Etched in the back of my mind.

I open my eyes,
        And You are not there.

        The Glimmer Fades,
        The Smile Dies,
        Your Scent Is Gone.

I close my eyes, and once again,
         
        Life Is Beautiful...