Short Poem: If you were to find me when I'm gone
If you were to find me when I'm gone I hope you find me, on the brim of the empty tea cups where my lips once rested. When you prepare the kind of tea you drink when you miss me, I hope you see the reflection of my smile. Yes, of that same smile when you bring me bed tea. I hope you find me, on the edge of the balcony where we once stood so often, with your hands wrapped around my waist, your chin resting on my shoulder. From where you showed me airplanes, taking off and landing. From where you showed me how beautiful the world was, with you by my side. I hope you find me, when you look into the depths of your eyes; for I've seen myself there more often, than anywhere else. I hope you find me, in the creases of your bed sheet, which molded itself around our curves. And remained so, to remind you of the night that was. I hope you find me, in the spaces between your fingers that once locked into mine, as if they were sculpted to fit. I hope you find