Absence

It’s crazy how absence can clarify certain things.

For some, their absence just solidifies the fact that I want that absence to be permanent.

But with others,

With him,

The absence only makes me crave his presence that much more.

The absence of his presence next to mine,

His fingers tracing the curves of my body… learning every inch of me.

How’s he supposed to remember if he’s not here to refresh that memory?

The absence of his lips on mine is like a thirst.

I’m constantly reaching and finding nothing during midday dreams of him.

The absence of his voice is almost deafening.

Nothing else could ever sound as sweet so I block it out and instead,

Hear nothing.

The only parts of him that are present are the sweet seeds of thought planted in my mind…

Slowly growing into beautiful flowers of memories.

Their sweet aroma keeping me company until his face brightens my day once more.

 

 

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

His fingers tracing the curves of my body… learning every inch of me.

How’s he supposed to remember if he’s not here to refresh that memory?

I love it , beautiful Poetry , love your longing :)

[Liz]

This is beautiful! Reading every line of this I could feel the emotion behind it.
I love this. I can totally relate.

[Ruth]

This is beautifully penned love! A fantastic heartfelt piece, abscence can kill or cure, so they say, excellent xx

[Nobody.]

Very sweet and heartfelt piece. The longing screams for the page. Beautiful.
Cheers!
R.G.

[Dream Weaver]

Extremely sweet like a school girls crush...
Yet sensually profound...