You and me.
Sitting by a lake.
Stream of water
Flowing through our
Feet and you talking
About an exotic fish.
I try to hold on to it.
I paint it daily in the
Canvas of my mind.
Attend to details,
Fine-tune it to the way
It's supposed to look.
It's been a decade
With this carpentry
And for the first time
Now. This morning I've
Forgotten your face.
The shape of your
Nose has faded out
Of my fancy.
Glint of your eyes
Has disappeared in
The hiccups in my
Longing.
The tone of your
Voice seems to have
Embraced a void
And your fragrance
Has stopped triggering
The saudede in that
Place beyond.
I try to hold onto your
Your silhouette at least.
Try to fill you in from
The archives.
But another year passes
By and I find myself
Painting the lake bland
With me alone looking
Vacantly in the distance.
Maybe I'm with thoughts
Of that exotic fish
You talked about.
Not knowing you faded
Away mid-sentence-
Still too eager hear the
Next thing you'd want
To say. But there's
Silence and silence
And silence..