Absence
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I thought you deadJust for a minute.Is this what it’s like?Loneliness, andA surge of emotion in a bookshop?Just for…
Wrapped in white linen, I hear the words of a vagrant minstrel.
He calls to me from the shadows of night.
Such twilight whispers of insanity and hate, which drift like
You brighten me.
Your eyes pass into mine
And the world is there.
Your face against mine.
Chiffonier, cracked mirror, sideboard near.
Chest of drawers, dinning table and sofa.
All covered, bedecked in lace and carved
With memories inlaid, deep as snow.
There is a wishing tree.
I stood about,
Surveying its sublime light.
Dappled colours and quilted arms
I
Thought memories,
cut through a stagnant
silence and briefly,
a swell of emotion
In your eyes, I seek solace. These
Orbs of light entrap me.
Entwine the purpose of my self,
To sink into these pools, so tranquil.