You see him but you don't know him. You touch him but you don't feel him. You breathe him but you don't smell him. You love him but you don't sense it.
He wraps around you, his coruscating shadow draping over you, his voice a pleasant memory, the smile tipping the corners of your mouth.
His passion radiates from your eyes, his vivaciousness springing in your step, his ambition twisting round your little finger.
He is with you all your life, from your conception to your inexistence, his footsteps echoing silently behind you, immersing you in his love.