From My Fingers to My Toes

We are puzzle pieces of
everyone we have ever
been around.
It is both sad and beautiful.

A silly phrase that slips from my lips
almost like I had to say it
makes me reminisce
about where it came from.

Even if we don't talk anymore,
even if we never will again,
your habits still haunt me.

They play through my fingertips
to my shoulders
and spine
down to my toes.

Reenacting you,
like a play I have seen
so many times that
I've learned every word.

although you are not with me,
part of you will forever
be here.

And each time I think about it,
it's like a bright neon sign
flashing

"Remember me"

And I do.
I always do.


I wonder if
the people around me
notice it.

When I say something
we used to say.
When I look for your
laugh.