absence.

it’s the after-missing that’s hard:

realizing you have all these things to share and knowing

you no longer can; almost like 

a house you once shared- the ease in which things have

taken their place by your routine;

the umbrella behind the door, the newspaper on the

right corner of the table, the keys in the jar,

now sit oddly out of place in nooks and corners,

carelessly thrown and left.

in your absence, i learn to love things in a lonely way,

find quiet joys in things we would once have marvelled at

together.

in your absence, i learn to love others,

this new possibility, this opening up. this slowly drifting of

us.

in your absence, i finally learn that things will be okay

even without you around.

 

 

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