Absence

Full of secrets…

Can’t you hear them

pounding some place deep?

Not mine,

but yours and hers and that man’s on the street.

Full of you.

I never asked

but I allowed the misuse.

Why?

Why would I allow such a stripping operation?

I decided to be honest, my mind’s on vacation.

The pounding.

Where is it?

Please find the location

and write me a letter.

Won’t breath till it’s better.

The silence, quite draining.

And after all this time

the pain still remaining.