You linger

A poem I wrote a while ago, for a dear friend who was slowly plumping up his presence in my life

You linger

You linger in my Sunday
In the depth of its minute
In the scope of its promise
In the lack of its ambition

You linger in my Sunday
In the rest in my bones
In the sleep in my eyes
In the silence between heartbeats

You linger in my Sunday
In the tight alliances between these letters
In the distant spaces between these words
In the flight of the hand that wrote them