You counted the days
I had been away,
Not with you in bed.
When the hour of love came
I was late, you couldn't wait
and suddenly blurted out -
I have someone pending who has
been begging to be your lover.
I packed up and left, even if
It was your joke, cruel.
I'd not do what you wanted me to.
"Where there was something and suddenly
Isn't, an absence shouts." Your
Absence now shouts loudly
and I can't wait to see you.
Note: The quote is by Naomi Shihab Nye.
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