Sometimes I feel like you’re watching over me from wherever you are.

Sometimes I believe you love me still.

Sometimes the sun reminds me of your sweet caress,

And the moon of your deep, enduring passion.

Sometimes I realize it’s all an illusion and you are

Truly,

Completely,

Irrevocably,

Gone

Connie Taylor is an Operations Manager by day, a writer and reader by night. Her writing aspirations began in grade school with her heroine, Pantoulia, who leaped over football fields of fire. She’s contributed to the Journal of Integrated Studies and enjoys writing both fiction and non-fiction.