Rashmi Menon

Rookie (July 12,1983 / India)

Absence - Poem by Rashmi Menon


No, I don't miss seeing you
Tilt your head a little to the side
As you half-listen to whatever
Gibberish I choose to spout,
The spout of the tea pot
Steaming up the space
between you and me.

No, I miss not the least
Hearing you pause
At the other end of the phone,
Pauses that I fill up
As I please,
A Santa gifting moments
To herself.

No, I don't miss
Seeing your name in the inbox,
Seeing a few terse lines
In reply, ever so polite,
To my five hundred flowery
Fatalistic figments.

Nor do I long
For the walks together,
Me struggling
to keep pace
as you walked,
blissfully brisk, your gaze
fixed somewhere
I knew not where.

No, I don't remember
The roses you never sent,
Despite my dropping
Blood-red hints,
Drippy and demanding,
Stalked as I did you
For roses that never bloomed.

It's just that absence
Has not made the heart grow
Try, as I do,
I only remember you
And can't feel your absence.

Comments about Absence by Rashmi Menon

  • Simon Collins (4/22/2012 4:37:00 AM)

    Just started writing myself and have been trawling through all these new poets and mostly I get confused or totally uninspired but I like your style, easy to read and makes me think, thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012

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