Absent Poem by ari' anna arena

Love prowls
right outside
the door.
In the trees.
Cold weather.
Was here before.
In the shapes and signs.
In the shadows and rhymes.

The phone
keeps silent
between rings.
Somehow
insincerity
sings through
the crepe de chine
of clouds that curtain
each and every window.

My thoughts out loud
light up the loneliness.
Like waking up
from a coma
to discover
a once absent
broken lover
still sleeps
here

Darker than gravity.
Deeper than a grave.
It is this
empty longing
that leans
into my body.

A longing
that leaves
such need.