Missing

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 skin, now thin is easily peeled,
it would 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 ever come back.
I'll be lying upside-down, staring at the sun
hoping to feel the same sensation
as my life washes on in black and white,
still searching for your perfect colours