The colour of absence

is infiltrating all that I own:

stitched into every item of clothing,

tattooed across my every thought,

every floorboard is stained 

and creaking your name.

Even the sky is beginning to lament.

The Autumn leaves are falling to the ground

just to be closer to your feet,

scratching your words into the gravel,

whispering, 

'I wish you were here.'

Oh, how I wish you were here.