WHEN YOU LEFT

When You Left

When you left, it was midsummer

Oh your hoity demeanor

Yet a vacuum in me, you left.

A you shaped phantom

Mixed in pipe smoke

In my core.

When you left the clock was stilled

At half past noon.

The pale yellow of the moon

Or the tar of the evening

Failed to bring the clock ticking back again.

My spirit distilled, was carved out of me

With a torpedo.

Still, I made a shrine for you

So that waxen candle lit a corner of my mind. Your image of Sepia

Flickered. Flickers still in the cobwebbed 

Corner of my mind.

When you left, you were not ready to part.

A sea of life was left in you.

Sometimes, I still converse with you.

About the ways of life in my mind.

You take a drag from your pipe.

I forget that you would not know about  Cameron or Teresa May Or Syrian Civil War.

Your eyes filled ancient sorrow

would be moistened

Thy  kin of mine.

* Dedicated to my favourite cousin who died at the age of 33 from heart attack.