More substantial than any fleshly thing,
Is this mental thing of which I speak.
'Tis joyous moments, these thoughts bring,
Oft times, an isolated thought, might pique.
It is always more than a mutual embrace,
But rather the allowing of another's notions;
During times when meetings aren't face to face,
Or confronted and weakened by emotions.
From my shared space I've let some stray,
And forthwith wrestled with pronounced cost;
But return came on a more preferable day,
Even whilst missing, my mind they crossed.
If in your space there exists a void
Occupied by someone's memory,