I swear,
I hear you
everywhere.

When I’m alone,
when there’s nothing to distract me,
I suspect
that you are with me.
I believe
despite your prolonged absence
that you are near.

I hear you
walking by
just above my head
just out of reach.
It happens so often
that I barely think about it
until I do.

I thought I’d gotten over it
but it’s painfully clear
how I am not over you.
Not in the least.
I still miss you.