Displaced Person

Blue days, like bruises on the mend without your banter, breeze and light without your words, my friend Long hours, like stains of star's long scattered mist without your laugh, infectious laugh which brutal days once kissed Tight thoughts, like packed aquariums blue without your nudge, your breaking my shell without the history we've been through Right now, like aching deeper than the sea without you here, to dissolve these shadows- You should be here, with me.