Absent Poem by Holly Jamestone

I know I've been absent
I don't mean to be
But some days I can't
Even tolerate me!

Bridges are narrow
And paths extra long
The skies somewhat murky
The rights just seem wrong

I'll soon find my shovel
Umbrella to cope
And then will start digging
Unearthing new hope

I'll bury the skeletons
Smooth out the soil
Plant some new flowers
And simmer the boil

But if in the meantime
You'll grant my retreat
I promise the new I
Will land on her feet

Deserving are you
Of a bond till the end
A strong, tightly mended
And regathered friend

(2-1-2011)
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