Missing

[Keith]

It was a strange sensation,
lying upside-down on a grass bank,
looking at the sun to see flying saucers.
I remember a tear as they took you,
your face a back seat white spot.

I've watched the skies for your return.
My body has been snatched
but it still thinks and talks the same.
My thin skin is easily peeled
to reveal a younger man than me.

Did you ever try to escape
or settle in some place with me erased?
An artist amongst the zebra
with too much water on your brush.

You will recognise me if you look,
I'm lying upside-down, staring at the sun
waiting for the same sensation.
My colours now are black and white,
the stripes remind me to forget.