Vincent

Colours cascading down like autumn

Drifting on dreams

Of the man who dreamt all

But washed ashore

To a place with none

Something I can see

But rather close my eyes to feel

Like a smooth breeze carrying spring petals

Colours of pink and orange on my cheeks

Placed there gently with an oil of ochre

Each stroke, roughly placed with such softness­­­

Gives the feeling of familiarity

I’ve known him all my life

Like a brother, a friend

Maybe a distant relative that wrote something sweet in my diary

Isn’t it wonderful

When a single sunflower can fill your heart

With glowing pride

For a man you never knew

For the flat lands you have known forever

I open my window to the sound of a sparrow

I look at the black outline of its eye

Cotton above it all

In the puddle I stepped in with my boots

Realising

I miss him.