I walked,

my feet languid,

soles tender to the soil,

blessing each inch

with a silent prayer

longing for you

among the thistle,

the grass undulating

in the breeze

that seeps skywards

from my memory of your soul.

i miss the sound of your eyes,

blue and blinking as you smile.

buried in the depths

and swathed in the scent

of a thousand petals.

i creep to your headstone,

wet with longing for your stare,

and rest my head upon the marble,

carving an ode to your death.

upon the stone,

i plant a kiss,

water it with

my hands clasped tight,

softly begging it to grow.

and in the glimmer

from my leftover kiss,

i leave a message for you to see.

pray, stir your soul,

open your eyes,

don't forget me.