Tuesday, March 3, 2009

absence

i wonder if you miss me at all, if you feel the lack of me.
if you wish sometimes that i was there.
do you think of me at night
before you sleep, missing my body beside you?
do you think of me in the morning when the sunlight creeps
into your room and you cannot touch me when you reach?
do you wish i were there when you make a joke you know i would laugh at
and others are silent?
with you it is always a mask; to me you show nothing.
you slip sometimes and i glimpse
who you are and could be, but then you realize.
every time, you catch yourself instead of letting me.

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