I can feel…

I can feel your fingers glide across my skin when the wind blows.

I can smell your so familiar smell when the rain splashes against the dry earth.

I can hear your voice on the whispering wings of a dragonfly.

I can see your eyes shine on me from the blanketed sky at night.

I can hear the beating of your heart through my own ears.

Who are you?

-HATTIE FRITZ