The Colour Green

I know thou art present

But, I would love to make you flee
Into the unknown, for me not to

Find you ever again.

I beg of you to leave. Sigh.

But, as I turn around, I swallow,

I see you within an arm’s distance

Though I wish you were a continent apart.

I sneeze, I cough, I stagger,

I try to shake you off,

But, you constantly haunt me

Like a love song ready to be sung

At the lips of a true lover.

Leave. Let me be, I shout.

But, it’s heard at a deaf’s ear.

Alas, I have lost all my patience.

The only thing left is to kiss it.

A death’s kiss, they say.