Reinventing Absence

absence
reinvented
i must remember its face first
before i can go on
with the restructuring
i am looking for it
it is not there yet
i grappling with a lot of presences
soft and twisted
gnarled and whorled
and dumped
and pliant
i want to touch it again
despite the pain
it is not here yet
it is far and dark and
uncertain

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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