Thursday, 21 January 2016

In absentia

I wrap my eyes with your image.
I close them and my eyelids filter you,
for you are not here.
My eyes fill
with emptiness
until the water flows.
I wrap my hands with your blouse;
its textures lie
for you are not within.
My hands fill
with emptiness,
a snake skin discard.
So I wrap myself around your neck
close as my favourite necklace
and kiss you goodnight
with absent lips.
Missing you.

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