Sometimes
When I need you - desperately
And you are not there
I do not weep
Or cry
Or cling to your memories
Or search you
in the abstract projections -
Of my silly heart
No
I do not do all this.
I...
I write it all down
This piercing,weakening
Benumbing disease.
I write it down on the
Page playground of my notebook
I write it down
Sometimes
Sometimes like this!
And
It all soothes down
To words.
Dear,
I am a poet of your absence
When I need you - desperately
I write you down.
And
You meet me
through words
In distant mindscapes
In the heart of hearts
And right there
The poem ends
It ends
Sometimes like this!
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