on verdant leaves peering down
onto parched grass turned blond
by a relentless summer sun.
I wish I could watch you paint the scene,
specks of blood on a sea of green
and framed by a sunset adding fire
to innocuous clouds.
I miss you as I sit outside:
your touch, idiosynchracies and laughter.
Into the indifferent air I call your name
take a photograph...but it's not the same.