that drunken night,
my speech slurred with joy
and stars danced before our eyes–
the next day, your departure
sobered me entirely.

your absence is cold next to me,
a white sheet replaces
your heavenly skin.
no eyes could ever be greener–
constantly, i look for yours,
but they have disappeared
from my gaze.

melodies sing on the streets of London,
harmonious voices becoming
more and more cacophonous
as i realize yours is not among them.

i thought you might
stop
somehow–

the pits of my lungs scream to
inhale you once more
but all they grasp is oxygen–
it may as well be carbon monoxide.

not one corner of this room
reminds me of you
yet your shadow follows me everywhere.

there is nowhere left for the two of us.
you chose death–
remaining solemn, cold, but peaceful,
in heaven–

if i copied your choice–
even then, we wouldn’t be together.
no peace awaits me.

shrouded in black, i sigh.
absent, but not quite gone.
just out of my grasp.

can you reach for me?

will you take me home?

where would we go?