I feel you most

I feel you most in your absence;

Your ghost wanders around the house,

Your scent a faint memory

Of when you were here.


I know what I did to drive you off;

I don’t know if I could change it.

We are fired in a crucible,

And the hard matter is not easily remade.


Can I tell you there’s a gaping hole

Where you used to be?

I can. But that’s not enough.

Mere protestations are empty,


Like this poem; the words will woo

Those who do not know me.

Were you to read this, you’d nod your head,

Smile slightly, and put it away.


Be well. Be happy. Be complete.

It is an irony that I who left

Now feel abandoned. That, too,

Is a particularity of the self.

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