Day 65: Memories

You are there,
in the cream swirls on my coffee,
and there,
in the fireplace, crackling softly.
You are in the
rays of the sun when we used to watch it's rise,
and you are there,
in the warm tears of my eyes.
And I am here,
writing a poem on my half of the bed,
slowly forgetting you and the memories
that once filled my head.