I believe what I feel

I was so sure I was dead.

Yes, I walk, I see, I hear,
but I am not present.

"Seeing is believing,"
they say.

but I stare at the sun rays, and feel cold.

So I disagree, feeling is believing.

When you held me,
all my senses woke up.

I could feel without looking,

and I felt it everywhere.

the warmth sank deep
into my skin.

I had to let go eventually,
but have I even really let go?

You're still right here,
hugging me, whispering in my ear.

That tone so reassuring,
what was that you said?

"I love you."

Well, I love you too.