POETRY
Too Much Air
Yet still hard to breathe
Absence is the softest pain
Staying long enough to brush your cheek
To cross your mind
And leave again
Such a strange emotion
To not be there
It's not the room that's different
It just has too much air
Too much space to think
Too much time to dwell
On questions unanswered
A thirst I can't quell
Like missing a step
Not expecting the fall
To turn to you smiling
And meet nothing at all
These ice-cold spaces
Of where you were
Or where you slept
I can’t endure
My gentle anguish
My missing piece
I'll search for you
And I'll never cease
This is a response to Poetry Playground’s prompt #37: write a poem about absence.
Absence is less of a hurt and more of an ache. Unfortunately, it comes for us all, and nothing can prepare you for it. Keep your loved ones close while you can, and happy reading.
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