You are gone
from me now,
and you are
shifted to grey
in that great realm
of memory
that is in me
and beyond me.
Your coloured smile
paints this memory
with times
of joy and
moments of touch
that become
my consolation
as much as
the faded photos,
bend with age,
that are
so distant
and so close.
You are buried
in a shallow grave
in this memory:
buried near the surface,
so near
that you emerge
grey and still
looking at me
with your
blue eyes.
Yes, you are gone
but you are here,
in the tender parts
of me,
and resident
in the tears
and in the flashes
of colour
that take me
back to you.
13/5/2016