All that is left is your shadow
& token gifts of your leaving
We both know why you left. A signal
of pain illuminates a loss that
articulated through words, makes it more visual
I smell the rain falling &
it puddles in to shapes
You whisper "You can see me &
smell me when the heavens cry, until
the day I return, no longer a trick
of the mind at night"
I can not help but ask her why she left
I'm a boat tied at the dock
with the strength of the waves increasing
you can not hear me mutter feeble
cries of pain. The ocean pulls me close & you say:
"Turn your nightmares in to dreams! Let the night
comfort you. Remember us in your favourite picture."

© Sia Jane