Blue Lacuna
I want to colour in your shadowMake art in your absenceFrankenstein from the forms of other’s feelingsFor me But how could I?Mean as much as you meant effortlessly,With all my energy.Write tight as we held onFor as long as we did.Be as warm in wordsAs you were in winter.Illuminate anything as brightlyAs you by beaming.Fake kindness or kinshipUn kindled by you.Cry for helpwhen I’ve lost my voice. I’ve endlessly exhumed the hole I put you inBut you’ve goneMoved onSo all I can show to others is the emptyWhich I guess is meWithout people to plantWhat garden would grow here?Only art of your absenceNot in it MaybeEventuallyImprobablyIf I’m luckyEnough people’s opinions of my artWill mean as much as yoursOf me.