And other days that are rendered imperfect by the loss of you.

I wanted to describe this flickering night to you
The smell of this cool raining city
The dewdrop at the tip of that leaf under the sodium vapour lamp
Your camera would have loved that.

I wanted to describe the cheesecake to you
How does one communicate a taste from this distance?
It makes me think how we wasted those days when I could
Sit across a table from you and watch you eat from my plate.

The little path outside was paved with light
And I wanted to describe that as well
Along with the laughter and happiness
That you taught me before you left.

But my words are weak, anaemic things.
Merely aspirations, merely descriptions,
Merely makeshift bridges over days that are rendered
Imperfect by the loss of you.