I didn't see you today.
But I heard your voice
In the midst
Of a bustling crowd.
I felt you in the breeze
That pushed past
The December clouds.
I saw your reflection
In the puddles
That gathered on the ground.
And I smelt you
In chocolate cake
And papers bookbound.
The sun had set
And they had gone home
When I spoke to you,
You'd sneaked inside
My poetry
Before I even knew.
