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.