What is notA Poem by emiaj nasThe whistling in the trees, You never hear a lot. But when the whistling stops, You hear what now, is not.
The absence of a presence, Maybe someone you hold dear, You never feel them when they are close, Only when they are not near.
Stepping into a house, You see a closed window from afar. You wouldn't really notice it, Only if it was ajar.
So what does that mean, For people who really care. Is there something in their life, That really isn't there. © 2012 emiaj nasReviews
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