Present

Each word is a teardrop
I shed for you
Rivers of aching liquid
that flow from my eyes
into my pen and clot
on the paper

The page is a blank pool
that has absorbed
a still life of pain

Each teardrop
is a witness of
how you are present
in absence
Of how the love
flows out of my eyes

©RoseGirl2018

2 Replies to “Present”

  1. Hey. This is a very heartfelt post, I felt a variety of emotions while reading this. You’ve managed to put out an honest piece of writing. Loved it. I am Ragazza, I hope you could also follow my blog page. I would really like it. Cheers! 😊

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