absence is something familiar it no longer brings surprise, to be abandoned
the absence of love hurts, but it is understood
when it was destroyed, i felt the absence, four years later, i still do
what would have happened if we had stayed if he hadn’t been so sick
would i still understand the absence? but i will not now
the absence is keenly felt, but now, the gaps can be filled
the corruption of the mind is something most common i knew it slipped away from me, like rain down a window something so fragile so soft broken, by forces beyond my control the mind shifts, changes, grows, until i swear i see a man hanging from a tree, where he was executed, two hundred years ago
“if wishes fell like rain, then i certainly am a storm” he laughed i couldn’t help but stare
at the gap between his teeth the unkempt brows the odd smile
“what do you wish for?”
“everything, anything, whatever my luck will give me”
he stated at his cup, and i looked out the window, as it started again to rain
