Knight

I can imagine you
Still and cold
The wires and tubes pressing life
Into your vacant body.
I can imagine the
Rain and wind
Rustling the rubbish bags
That line your street,
The cracked path that will
Never again
Feel the heat and terror
Of your car
Taking the corner
Far too fast.
I can imagine the
Feeling of your scars
Against my skin,
The warmth of your gaze and
The strength of your fists,
Your soft and sorry tears
That always came
With the morning light.
I can imagine the
Starshine glow
Across your hollow cheeks,
As the tree outside your window
Scratches against the glass
(As you try not to stare
At the shadows it makes on your wall)
And I can imagine you
Soft and beaten
With nobody to hold your hand
As the machines finally fall silent,
A heavy woollen blanket
Pulled over your face.
Skinner
Why can’t I cry for you?
I can imagine the
Twitching curtains
And your face appearing at my window.
Your warm weight against my side,
My whispered goodnight.
Your breath against my neck.