Presence

on

 

Your eyes

follow me

rather sternly

in the Bar Library

where I sit quietly

from where your picture

now hangs,

your absence

has been made

present.

I can pretend

the half smile I see

playing

about your lips

the gold

of your voice

that I hear

ringing in my ears

aren’t just

fragments

of last night’s dream

and I can

almost believe

that any moment now

my phone will ring

and you will smile

and ask me about my day

and for one brief moment

I am strangely

content.

 

 

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