We hold on to numerous little things:
The final meetings, the brightness of the eyes,
The tightness of a hug, the “I miss you. A lot.”
The smiles, jokes, lightness of the voice, and
Tears on cheeks after laying our hearts bare —
And a multitude of other little intimacies.
Yet we can never really know
What thoughts run the course during the long hours of non-meeting;
If she looks up at a sky she wishes you could see,
Or walks with you in her mind through the spired streets of Oxford.