Aug 2014
Your absence
has a presence
of its own.
I glance up
because I feel
the pressure
of you.
Pressing ever
against my mind.
Gone, then gone.
I keep forgetting.
Your absence.
has a presence
of its own.
I glance up
because I feel
the pressure
of you.
Pressing ever
against my mind.
Gone, then gone.
I keep forgetting.
Your absence.
