"I haven’t left you. I don’t leave you, not ever. Do you know why? Because when you are gone I..."

“I haven’t left you. I don’t leave you, not ever. Do you know why? Because when you are gone I re-create you from memory. The scent of your skin, the mole above the broom of your mustache, how you fit in my palms. Your skin dark and rich as piloncillo. This face in my hands. I miss you. I miss you even now as you lie next to me.”

- Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)