Sometimes I close my eyes
And imagine you beside me...

I still remember
the day...

I tried
to paint the sun and realised...

When we traced together
the dusty contours of memories...

crying
weeping...

your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...

all I have left
in place...

In the times we met,
We would always stay silent...

seeing you fade to enclose us
as a sentence broken and whispered...

In the tomorrows to come
(no matter how many or few...

How are you?
I hope you’ve been well...

Memories still dance and splash and muddle
like overaged children loitering in the rain...