After Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

After

It watched me for so long,
quiet, patient—
then vanished.

Was it waiting
for a word,
a glance of thanks?
I do not know.

Perhaps I was careless.

Only when it was gone
did I learn:
absence is the mother of feeling.

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