Absence ofA Poem by . . .When I look at you it makes me feel tired The strands over your face the scars on your cheek a stoic stare that seeps into my soul You walk long in the dark stumbling alone finding comfort in sound and yearning thought All of my questions meet with silence a quiet that makes the critter stir in my gut for I suspect that an essential trait of being you is the part that will always be absent You are searching for a truth that does not exist
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