The Love Disappearing Act

You are not here anymore.

Our kisses are melted snow on my window

Your fingers are empty poles with the flags takes down
Your neck is a half finished hotel overlooking the sea in Malta
Your toes are the pebbles kicked away by children
Your chest is still a lion's, just a retired one
Your spine is a falling headstand after just 4 seconds
Your kindness is still tact in the crease of your elbow

But, your hug is a broken umbrella

Your love is a tiring hike, I am still willing to climb
Your legs are an emergency exit in a blazing fire
Your tongue is still the sky scattered among the stars

I still look for it at night

Your shoulders are flowery shopping bags for life
Your stomach is an untouched, silent golden bay
Your skin is my crumpled silk pyjamas
Your lips are London office workers on the tube at 8am
Your mind is two fast trains crashing together
Your voice is the silence between leaves of a wise grand tree

You are not here anymore.