"abcense" poems - Hello Poetry

Today, I forgot to remember you. For once, I didn't give you a thought. I was able to get through my whole shift, Ignoring the pain your abcense has brought. Today, I forgot to remember the feeling, Of being held safely in your embrace. And for once on my drive home, I didn't slow down near your old place. Today I forgot to remember to call, To hear your voicemail play. I'll never again hear you greet me "Hey Sugar" Or tell me "Have a blessed day". Today I remembered to accept, That you have left and passed on. And though I know I will see you again, I wish every day, that you weren't gone.

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC

sara-beth-cannon

Forgetting to Remember

Today, I forgot to remember you. For once, I didn't give you a thought. I was able to get through my whole shift, Ignoring the pain your abcense has brought. Today, I forgot to remember the feeling, Of being held safely in your embrace. And for once on my drive home, I didn't slow down near your old place. Today I forgot to remember to call, To hear your voicemail play. I'll never again hear you greet me "Hey Sugar" Or tell me "Have a blessed day". Today I remembered to accept, That you have left and passed on. And though I know I will see you again, I wish every day, that you weren't gone.

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She watches from the doorway Remembering every moment If you could look through her eyes You could feel the love That radiates through the dust and the grim Only she knew the deeper meaning held within the frame Only she felt the abcense of a man in her life They just noticed the lack of aftershave and clothes She smiles as she turns to leave Always a magpie Collecting things to keep her heart warm Now she would throw them to the wind Knowing now the truth of life and death And the beauty that lay before her

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Jan 2, 2011

Jan 2, 2011 at 3:36 AM UTC

pebbles

Dust and grim

She watches from the doorway Remembering every moment If you could look through her eyes You could feel the love That radiates through the dust and the grim Only she knew the deeper meaning held within the frame Only she felt the abcense of a man in her life They just noticed the lack of aftershave and clothes She smiles as she turns to leave Always a magpie Collecting things to keep her heart warm Now she would throw them to the wind Knowing now the truth of life and death And the beauty that lay before her

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The empty house Someone had been there a while before From the washcloths draped over the sink From the glass of milk Halfway done I imagined a young boy Drinking a cup of milk in the morning While having a buttered bread I imagined he whined for orange juice The tablecloth was still on the table A *** two plates and 4 cups in the sink And the detergent open I imagined Mother finishing up the dishes Doing what a normal wife would do But out of the sudden they left Leaving the world to wonder what happened Leaving the world to ponder What the fate of this family What is good or bad Urgent or casual What caused the abcense The vanish What caused this empty house Transparent without it's people

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Dec 6, 2016

Dec 6, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC

LovelyLittlePoet

The Empty House

The empty house Someone had been there a while before From the washcloths draped over the sink From the glass of milk Halfway done I imagined a young boy Drinking a cup of milk in the morning While having a buttered bread I imagined he whined for orange juice The tablecloth was still on the table A *** two plates and 4 cups in the sink And the detergent open I imagined Mother finishing up the dishes Doing what a normal wife would do But out of the sudden they left Leaving the world to wonder what happened Leaving the world to ponder What the fate of this family What is good or bad Urgent or casual What caused the abcense The vanish What caused this empty house Transparent without it's people

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Well, actually no. It's not funny at all How I still find myself, Against my wavering will, Planning my steps Dictating my day According to you When did we last talk Four months I think it's been How have you managed To grip me so tight, Hog tied and gagged By the memory of your company Where was all this before? And here I am Despite your undeniable abcense Starving myself just in case You call for dinner

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC

alicia-6

It's Kind of Funny

Well, actually no. It's not funny at all How I still find myself, Against my wavering will, Planning my steps Dictating my day According to you When did we last talk Four months I think it's been How have you managed To grip me so tight, Hog tied and gagged By the memory of your company Where was all this before? And here I am Despite your undeniable abcense Starving myself just in case You call for dinner

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Why do I feel alone? A room full of people... But still alone. Am I listening? Am I awake? Numbness The lack of feeling The abcense of emotions If I am numb... Why am I crying? Why am I feeling? The day will soon end And only one question will remain Why am I alive?

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC

IamMarc

Why?

Why do I feel alone? A room full of people... But still alone. Am I listening? Am I awake? Numbness The lack of feeling The abcense of emotions If I am numb... Why am I crying? Why am I feeling? The day will soon end And only one question will remain Why am I alive?

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