for Sarah

For Sarah, whom I miss so much

It’s no good, when you’re not there,
The landscape’s bland
And bleak
And bare.

It’s no good when you’re not there,
Sitting naked in your chair
By the window,
Over there.

It’s no good when you’re not there,
Running your fingers
Through the deepest charcoal of your hair.

No, it’s no good when you’re not there.

Through imagined memories I trace
The treasured outline of your face.
And linger in regret.
See…

It’s no good when you’re not there.

It’s no good when you’re not there,
Lying beside me
Ready to care
And share
Together.
It’s no good when you’re not there.

I can’t see your voice
Or taste your skin
As it rustles past me.
The excitement of your touch.
It’s no good when you’re not there.

I can’t wish for more than to lock our eyes
Together
Everywhere we were
And say: please listen,
It’s not too late, Sarah:

It’s no good at all when you’re not here.
Beside me.
Naked.
At my side.

I conjure up the strength to dare
To say I love you.
There.

I’ve said it. I have dared
And now You know,
Why it’s no good when you’re not there.

A piece of me is missing,
Sarah.