Absence is a period with a period.
Visible, not visible, and repeat,
the mighty feat
the enduring human spirit
in the faith of subsidence of pain
that the book on the table
will be picked up and read again.
It keeps us going
the strength in the sense
too real is the presence.
Then a day
the book is taken away
the loved pens an ode
of absence definite
without a period.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
Absence is a period with a period.
Visible, not visible, and repeat,
the mighty feat
the enduring human spirit
in the faith of subsidence of pain
that the book on the table
will be picked up and read again.
It keeps us going
the strength in the sense
too real is the presence.
Then a day
the book is taken away
the loved pens an ode
of absence definite
without a period.
The last fortnight has been hard, made me strong in some places, and weak in some.
Sorry friends to be away.
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