Poetry

You...

I can feel your breath as it slips away,

Prolonging my search yet another day,

My search for your heart and your true thoughts;

your favourite colour, your favourite sports,

I search on the paths you recently crossed,

And though I hear whispers, they are almost lost,

But a shadow, a mere teasing silhouette

disappears around the corner, and I start to fret,

For I cannot catch something the sun cannot reach,

But as I well know, shadows have hurt as each.

Your shadow is a flavour, a lingering aftertaste,

But its scent and its origin cannot be traced,

You remind me sunlight on a cold day,

And like the sunlight you aren’t here to stay,

And though I yearn for you like the sea wants the sand,

I’m drowning, for you won’t lend a hand,

Like a mountaintop or something that cannot be reached,

Or a turtle on its back, or a whale that is beached,

I must be saved from this world, but you’re not around,

And my desperate calls do not make a sound.