It’s been so long since I last saw you
Since I heard your voice
We had to throw out some of your clothes
They were getting old
And we’re moving house
Somewhere new
Somewhere where there’s not as many memories of you
They’re hard to escape in the house you lived
The place you left us.

My whole life will have passed by until we meet again
And that’s a long time
My old friend.

I asked her where did you buy the Bob Dylan collage from
You made it apparently
Well then, I must have got it from you
I’ve made so many collages too

I found your bookmark
So I know you were reading about death
I guess you were wondering what was going to happen next
I hope you weren’t worried
It made me worried
Worrying about you
Hoping you weren’t scared about what you were going through

I think we would have got on so much better these days
Back then you thought I was going through a wayward phase

Another day passes
Another moment in time
And I know I will see you again
When the time is right.

You left us and we weren't ready to be here without you
your jigsaw puzzle
a third of the pieces were missing

In the pouring rain -
i felt the rain
and while it bounced off me like the window pane
all i could feel was your pain -
and i wanted to take it from you
like thieves in the market do,
never to return
again.

Solitude summoned me into it's lonely arms once again
and I told you
I'll be right back

Another poem, he became.

The subject
of her pen.

Content pertaining to sadness
titled: the melancholy of love.

I wish you would stop searching for love
within people
and things

the only place you'll find it is if you search within.

Many dreams
so I walked for miles
the blistering heat beating ******* my shoulders
and my heart beat racing against time -
winning every illusory race.
Footsteps -
it brought me right to your doorstep
but you weren't home.

And I searched for you in all the seasons
but all four told me they hadn't seen you -
for a while -
and it had been a while since we had synergised
to create a euphoria only we felt.

An interloper -
somewhere that had once been so familiar
and I was reminiscent of an ethereal being.
Although incredulous of the falsity of my prior truth,
how could I not -
begrudgingly accept the reality of our ephemeral world.