I want to colour in your shadow
Make art in your absence
Frankenstein from the forms of other’s feelings
For me

But how could I?
Mean as much as you meant effortlessly,
With all my energy.
Write tight as we held on
For as long as we did.
Be as warm in words
As you were in winter.
Illuminate anything as brightly
As you by beaming.
Fake kindness or kinship
Un kindled by you.
Cry for help
when I’ve lost my voice.

I’ve endlessly exhumed the hole I put you in
But you’ve gone
Moved on
So all I can show to others is the empty
Which I guess is me
Without people to plant
What garden would grow here?
Only art of your absence
Not in it

Maybe
Eventually
Improbably
If I’m lucky
Enough people’s opinions of my art
Will mean as much as yours
Of me.