Absence

Moments when I need a fulcrum,
Like now, when the need for your presence
Hangs overwhelming harder than your memory.

Now means not just this night
Whose sky like is covered with a black orchid petal,
Mourning sheet over the marriage bed of hope and lies.

Now does mean every moment
When the memory of your fingers digs into my palms
Wounds bleeding desire, longing and bewilderment.

Now means every winter day which grows
Into a fulfilling equinox of our beings,
When “half me and half you” met at the skyline of love.

Now it means every moment that you are not here,
Every moment when my soul’s compass spins
Desperately, in the search of Love’s Cardinal.

Moments, when I need a fulcrum,
Like now, when the rain climbs the steps to my heart
And I’m afraid I’ll get lost in the tide of remembering.

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