I hear your breath in the wind that surfs through the trees.
As I walk I hear your footsteps beside me, feel my hand in yours as your ponies greet me.
When I'm picking mulberries in the walled garden you admired, I feel the sunshine
of your smile in the warmth of the sun on my back.
As my work develops naturally in the way you thought it should I can hear your criticism and approval.
As the rain drops gently on my hands I remember you saying,
Find someone who loves you like I do, who can care for you.
I am afraid to. How can I know when to trust as we trusted each other.