Me through You
When I look at myself, I see You.
When I smile, it reminds me of your smile.
When I laugh, I hear you guffaw.
I seldom cry now, but when I do, I see your eyes, brimmed with tears.
When I read, I remember you reading.
When I talk, I remember how patiently you listened.
When I dance, I feel your appreciation and even your criticism on it.
When I sit quietly, almost meditatively,
I remember how you did that and unintentionally, taught me that.
I could never give you anything, nor be a good companion, but you, you still are omnipresent and continue to linger in every single breath that I breathe.