Where do you find me now

in the lines of your prose I used to read

in the smell of the food we ate together

in the tune of the song you played for me

Which place had I left untouched

so as not to love you as much

so as I am there with you or not

so as I have evaporated drop by drop

Why did things happen the way we fear

knowing all still we go through it

knowing that one day we are not together

knowing someday you would leave

and like this I am there with you in your thoughts perhaps

what do you call it now?