And Absence is an emissary
For Memory.
Trailing breadcrumbs,
Coaxing you into your past,
It leads you
To longing_
Not wanting_
To turn back
Is a mistake no one can afford to make,
Yet they all do,
Making it easier to prey
On nostalgia,
On regret,
On languor
Lingering in the gut-
"Ting"
Rings the trolley,
Sending you back
To faded photographs
In which the only thing absent
Is who you were.
YOU ARE READING
Absence
PoetryAbsence chose this moment to strike, and now we're bleeding out of time.