The Algebra Of Your Absence Comments

Your fourth stanza beginning EVENING DROPS ITS GLOOM ON ME is devastating. It cut me like the sharpest sword. The first three stanza set us up for the fourth which is the beating heart of your poem. Who can explain why such passion fails to cinch love, but it doesn't and we are left to try to make sense of things through poems. You wisely don't try to give answers but rather the genuine experience of heart ache. That's enough. It rings true.

Hey, forgot to tell you. I liked the caption. That is real algebra.

Passionate write. But you are a man throughout the poem. Where is therefore the question of being a man. Also, you talk about both absence and presence. I couldn't quite figure out why. Have I missed anything. Yet, overall a compelling write. Cheers.

Thank you for sharing your poem. I enjoyed it.

days and night with love, thanks.