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An Ode To Your Absence

An Ode To Your Absence

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Missing you comes in waves, 

and tonight, I'm as far from the sea 

As you'd said you'd never be, from me. 

Contrary to popular beliefs, 

I'm not a rope dancer. 

I didn't fall from grace when you cut the string which joined your fingers to my toes 

from your side of the deal. 

I never tried to pull away when you tied us back with your messy sailor's knot, 

I simply stepped away from the noose. 

now, the chink of her wine glass 

In tandem with her perfect laugh 

coalesces with my senses like a jack-knifed truck. 

Contrary to popular beliefs, 

I'm not a train wreck. 

I don't see light at the end of this tunnel 

but I've been finding my way out of dead ends for an eternity and a half, now. 

You'd know. 

I promised myself I'd never write this poem 

but the bluish purple of my skin has tanned into 

A healthy brown but 'healthy' was never a word I could string on my violin along with 'love',

'healthy' never knew where you hid me in the middle of every starry night, 

'Healthy' was never us. 

I promised myself I'd never write this poem 

But I wanted something to remember the lack of lacuna you left in my bones. 

On days when the sun burns down on my 

black-clad body, the halls of my home scream out your name with a sense of loyalty I could only dream of. 

The ghost of my dried up blood, hidden under the carpet you bought for me, resides with the white roses I planted after you left. 

When mum asks me if I pine for you, I pluck her a half-bloomed one. 

Missing you comes in waves 

and you took the moon along with you.

I've dug a hole right in the middle of the sea 

to keep my feet steady

You see, high tides don't scare me anymore.


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