Dawn rises, and I think of you.
The spray of the shower caresses my skin, and I think of you
In the crowded train, I think of you
Beneath the drifting clouds, I think of you
your name as constant as breath.
With every pounding step against pavement
in every crooning song
with the roar of the crowd
and the lowering of theater lights
in the hush that falls
as night paints the sky with stars
you, you, you…