Absence sometimes makes not the heart fonder
Sometimes absence makes the memory fade faster
The sight, scent, touch and sound get thinner
Like stirring a teaspoon of milk into a cup of black coffee
All traces of white disappear into black
Turning into brown
The colour of dirt and dusty forgotten sunsets
Sometimes absence makes the silence a trusty companion
Absence sometimes makes the hollow whole again
So sometimes, and for some, absence does not a fonder heart make
Absence is when you are missing
ReplyDeletegone, while time ticks on
the sensations ease
some calm returns
like a dying breeze
it leaves me humid
restless
The words we spoke are obsolete
its currency now expired
its weight returned to the library of cliches
I paid a fine for holding on so long
though your scents linger
the more i grasp at it
the sooner it goes
what memory persists
has begun to age
its colors turning to ash
keep it in the drawer
maybe for a year
then throw it out
because as I found
you were wrong
about absence and fondness
Absence is when you are missing.
and as time ticks on
you are but a old picture
and I have moved on.
nicely done my friend, nicely done :)
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