Absence
I miss her, and it’s a little not fair, dare
I say, to those in history who have had to
Lose, miss, listless days for their hearts
When soil and sea, balks at whatever
Technology or piece of mind
Promises to fill the spaces they create
Ever how short the time I may have had,
Justify the wrong to be without
Ways of saying things you won’t
Note, until you are displaced
Laced with a numbing salve of
Heart, hit lust solitude.
Absence,
A song of longing,
Of quiet gentle cords
Poured out slow along a cello
Covering skin in a nuke warm shower
Waiting for one to dry you off.
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