If I close my eyes tight
and lose myself on the backs of my eyelids
while the rainbows dance in the darkness
I can almost imagine
can almost feel
the ghost of your arms round my waist
melding me into your form
or the whisper of your hand in mine
almost there
but not quite
like the faintest trace of your scent
on my soft silk scarf
you linger on my skin
like a twisted reminder
of our love
like the black and White
monochrome patterns
on my heart