• maestral 32w

    Absence

    Softly I trace a finger
    around your pouting lips
    and gently push back the tendrils
    of your tresses from your face

    I smooth your raven eyebrows
    caress your thick eyelashes
    and look into your deep brown eyes
    all I see is nothing
    but a vacancy of an absence

    An absence that spills on the writing desk
    where I write a song for you
    I tear up the half sheet of paper
    you are not the melody I used to know

    If you cry, beloved
    do not let that absence go
    It is all that I have left of you
    and it is only mine you know


    ©maestral