I still see you

in the faces of strangers

in the art of my own hands

in the smiles of the kids

on the concrete benches at our old school.

I still think about you

whenever I play cards

whenever I see a musical

whenever halloween comes round

because I wonder if it's still your favorite holiday.

I still hear you

in the voices of a crowd

in the music of the city

in every word I've never said

because I still regret leaving every day.