Are you?

When times are quiet and the days are new

I often stop and think of you.

Are you happy and do you love

the world you're in and the sky above.

The sounds and sights and smells around,

that place in your heart where secrets are found.

Do you stop and think of me

or not as far as your eyes can see?

The sweet smell of rain as it hits the ground,

and noise at night when there is no sound.

Do you yearn for my touch or the feel of my hair?

The warmth of my skin or do you even care?
Do you yearn for me, or for another
Shall I pursue for now or close the cover?