Your Absence Greets Me

Your Absence Greets Me short poem

Photo by Marie A.-C.

Your absence greets me every morning.

In the beginning, so noisy, even wild,
Thrusting its claws into my plexus,
Leaving deep furrows oozing your memory,
Bleeding questions and perplexities-
Oh, how I hated that spectrum
Which darkened my glaring world!

Your absence greets me every night.

Tearful, in the beginning,
Watching, with me, the same sky
That once we watched together,
Sky where I was reading my sentence,
Written with hopelessness’ pitch letters,
Sky howling with me that you forgot me…

Your absence greets me every morning.

The sunrise’s geranium blooms
On the empty pillow next to me-
Reminding me of your red lips
Whispering “I love you”
And I bless your absence
That gave color to my mornings…

Your absence greets me every night.

The strange, wild beauty of sky stirs me up.
Smiling, I realize that I was the moon
Reflecting only your light that was fed to the shaft
That was burning in me
And I bless your absence’s shadow
That showed me the other side of love.

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