Presence And Absence Poem by Ali Atiku

An absence in nothing is not explained, not even by scientists or philosophers. Not seeing her makes my eyes feel like a toddler denied of bedtime bottle. It etches, anticipates and longs for the presence of that absence of nothing I crave.I am not dying inside nor is it painless, it's full and yet emptiness overshadows it, it's like a hollow space. I am gone to the abyss of oblivion and lost in the thoughts of this mystery. A case to be solved. I am out here looking for her, like a vampire in the streets at night, longing to satisfy a hunger for the first kill in months. That hunger for blood is inevitable.

You can't precisely know well enough until you experience it because the essence of the first-hand experience is a presence.

I know I will probably be rejected. I know she will avoid eye contact. I accept that well with grace and utmost respect. Now she is denying me of her presence. Not something I wish to happen.

If she is expecting me to stop my pursuit. Then she should know that she is making me anxious. I like mystery and this puzzle is getting complicated day by day. If I stop, it's my breath, not the chase. If there is a need for speed, I am up for it. This is a challenge for the most wanted. Thankfully, rivals? I see none.