it seems odd that time does not put distance between us,but there is no distance, no space, no place that you are not.your presence fills my emptiness . . .but still i miss you -- the you I thought you were -- the you who left that warm july morningwhile we sat crying and begging for miracles.i didn't know thenthat you were so much more than that which diedand i didn't understand that miraclessometimes come in disguise.you have taught me lessons of the souland given me reasons to stay . . . but still i miss you --the you i thought you were.