Your loss
Becomes a promise.
One day, it all burns away.
and everything I’ve known
Leaves me lost, hurting and stray.

Your silence
Becomes a torrent.
A screaming watery rage.
Threatening to ruin
it all. Every. Last. Page.

Your absence
Becomes the symbol
for every loss I’ve ever known.
And every word I’ve said
Misunderstood, Alone. 



Filed under absence, poem, poetry, writing

2 responses to “Absence

  1. I love this. Thank you. ❤


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