An Absence
When I am happier than I am today
I seem to feel your presence and your gaze
But now I turn to where you sat and read
To find a hole, an absence and a dread
A lack of energy, a grey fatigue
A feeling that my heart unholy bleeds
Gives me no new vibrance nor new look
I feel as dead as an old library book
Alas I woke one happy day to joy
Then off it rode like an unstable boy
And when the doom descended then I cursed
For that brief joy made my dumb dark heart feel worse
If I could live like butterflies all bright
I should have my days of sun and light
Copyright © Mary Braithwaite | Year Posted 2022
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