and yet, without him
no joy to anticipate –
no welcoming kiss.
Tag: absence
Gone
Soon you will be to me
absent as moon trees
distant as a lonely prayer on ancient lips
intangible as a strong forgotten taste
Like an improbable hypothesis
snatched from the breath of a wayward student
you will wing it into the theoretical landscape
shape shifting then
less now than nothing
leaving only dust motes and regret
to mark your passing.