That watch you wear is barely keeping time
I felt tears and knew most of them were mine
Just a shadow in my peripheral vision
Incapable of making a sane decision.
I kiss her but always taste your mouth
Stirring twitchings deep down south
Goosebumps from a spectre unseen
Just a shadow where you’d once been.
Ghost of before unyielding sigh
Chill of the wind as you pass by
Forever belonging deep within
These are not your hands upon my skin.
She calls my name I hear your voice
I’m locked in something not by choice
I smell your hair when in my grasp
Is nothing more than mere green grass.
Unfazed by this most welcome intrusion
A kiss again tastes of illusion
Unsettled, unnerved I seek to find
Memories of you buried in my mind.
I wander the halls and open the doors
I look over falls and call over moors
In all of the rooms in all my mind
You are in the one that’s painted kind.
I smile at you, you smile at me
Nothing can break this memory
I slide to you and hold you near
I feel your breath teasing my ear.
It feels not right and quite obscure
An emotion painting me unsure
As I blink once I can then see
I’m back in cold reality.
A world once held is now consigned
To the far recesses of my mind
And hard enough it is to live
When you it is I am not with.
© Kris Blackburn 17/03/13