Suburban Decay

The days since we last embraced,

Have lost all definition,

Coloured only by the yearning,

For the sweetness of your kiss,

Tender and heady.

My eyes,

Baptised in your beauty,

Are now opened for the first time,

Carving your divine image,

Upon my retinas,

So that I may see you everywhere.

Projecting your likeness,

Into the most mundane scenes,

To feel your light in the daily darkness. 

My hand has begun to feel empty,

Without your fingers interlaced in mine,

Craving your touch like a sailor’s wife.

If the day comes,

When I am blessed enough to hear your voice again,

I shall hold it,

Like the devout pianist,

Holds his beloved Mozart,

Praying it shall never fade from my mind.

-Rob Padfield