Absence Poem by mark holmes

A few will disappear
Hoping to be missed and wanted....
A cry for help,
Surely you yearn for my poetry?
How can your heart beat without my presence?
My very being is a true delight.
You carry on? Without me? ....

Yes we do actually,
And remarkably well...
You are history, we are pure and true...
Listen to us,
And learn...

You, my dear friend
Are a hole in the sky,
Black, lost, vacant..
Goodbye,
Never return.....

Absence makes the heart grow..
Much, much, fonder.....