3Q6

From the ends of the earth to the places I hold dear

To the small crevices and nooks nobody bothers to look.

I see her

I see her in the sky and clouds 

I see her in the leaves that fall and die

I see her in the air that caresses my cheek like

the farewell kiss

I ponder quite often about her

The way her dimples would show when she smiled

The way her eyes grew when she laughed

I ponder quite often about that

I see her, though sometimes I don't want to

I see her in an argument on the street

I see her in the thunderstorms

She is always there when I want her to, and when I 

don't