You Are My Kryptonite

The healer can not heal your wounds

And, dealers do not deal your high

Leaving me to lay adrift

beneath a golden glitter sky.

Your taste still lingers on my lips,

though time has watered down its kiss

fermented in a cask of loss

though not completely robbed of bliss.

I feel you watching when I dream,

adding colour to my thoughts,

Wondering why we stopped the dance,

why friendship bloomed, then turned to rot.

But, distance does not disconnect

two souls so fatefully entwined.

The summer's long forgotten sun

can still the winter walker blind.

You are my kryptonite, my friend.

Your reach extends into my being,

with power to keep the wall intact

or find me by the faerie tree.