Connections

Sometimes I want to find connections,
I touch the things that you might have touched,
I remember the words you might have said,
I read your older mails over and over again,
just to feel connected,
just to feel you when you aren't there.

Yesterday the scent of a soap made me nostalgic,
isn't that the scent I sensed when you were there?

I find you in colours,I find you in numbers
Isn't this the colour you wore that day?
Isn't this number somewhat like the
one your number-plate had?

I wrap up my wonderings by a single thought,
You're not faraway,I haven't lost you.
You're in the connections I made with you.