Absence - Poem by Ananda Alves
I may not be present, honey, but
I've never forgotten you,
not even for a second.
I want so bad to be around you, but
the world that surrounds me
has been tricking me,
therefore, frustrating me.
You stole the roots from this tree.
You stole the sky from this cloud.
You stole the taste from my mouth
and the youth of this soul.
I gasp with scents.
I suffocate with sounds.
I faint with the colors...
of a world in black and white.
Wake me up from this nightmare.
Pull me out of the ashes.
Bring me to life.
Into your life.
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