In Your Absence - Poem by Evelyn Morgan
I sit alone in the old stuffed chair
In the middle of the sun-filled room
And think of you.
Spanish guitar gently assails
the encroaching silence.
I try to capture in words
How it feels to be without you
But metaphors are elusive.
Perhaps because I am not truly alone.
The longer you are gone
The more you linger in my thoughts.
I feed on you from afar.
I learn once more
The value of our time together
The priceless treasure we hold
How much time is left for sharing.
I hold my fragility close
Like a butterfly's wings enclosing
and go on.
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