Jacqueline

In the still of the twilight
I held your hand...
it reminded me of days
when the sun would shimmer
on vanilla skin
...and swirl within the softness of
those sapphire eyes.

For days upon long days
I would dance
to the trance of your laughter...

...but now the cherry sun has gone;
wept away, along with the animation
of your smile, a smile I could still trace
blindfolded, plucking it out from a line-up of millions...

Now the world has white washed your sight,
closing their coastal lapping tides forever...

Your smile, oh that sweet energy,
now reduced to plastic; an awful hollow
expressionless face, lacking life lustre,
...a mannequin likeness,
lying on a sterile stainless steel bed.

...and like so many times before
I bend to kiss you, but this time...
all I kiss is ice

_____________

In my quietest of times I often wish
I could hear your laughter,

or...

touch your smile,

One

last

time...

michael (your brother)
2016