Your face purrs from the screen
as you fix me with those brilliant eyes-
honeysuckle & amber; like liquid heaven.
I can almost recreate the reality of Tinsel;
intense visuals dancing in the frenzy of my loss.
spinning, stretching, snuggling; affection seeping
in silky vibrations,
synchronising to the beat of my heart.
All I have is photos and memories
and the realisation that not enough is far too much.