I see you in the glitter
of bright sunlight on a new leaf,
and I hear the way you laugh
in the wind among the reeds.
I hear you call my name,
when the room is still and empty,
and the wind beneath the door
whispers gone, gone, gone.
The colour of your eyes
is the sea on cloudy mornings,
and the way you walk, a shadow,
on a bustling crowded street.
Your hair, the brisk wind tangles,
I see above the crowd,
and I hear you call my name,
though only strangers gather round.
In the whistle of an engine
and the squeal of racing tyres,
when the sunlight dances brightly
in the puddles after showers,
I can almost think you’re with me
though my hand finds empty air.
In the silence of the darkness,
in the cold space here beside me,
in the glitter of the starlight,
and the patter of the raindrops,
I know you’ll never be back
to remind me of the sunlight,
as it glitters on a new leaf,
the colour of your eyes.