Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the tongue grow awkward.
Absence makes the brain grow numb-er.
Absence makes the hands count numbers.
Absence lets the legs lay lazy.
Absence shreds the eyes in a haze.
Absence sets the neck in a crick.
Absence frets but doesn't forget.
Absence slows.
Absence quickens.
Absence pours.
Absence thickens.
YOU ARE READING
Absence
PoetryAbsence chose this moment to strike, and now we're bleeding out of time.
