Absence doesn't necessarily
Mean something merely physical. It can
Be so much more, and such it is to me:
I miss her touch, of course - I am a man,
And so feel as men do, and all for her -
But also miss - so much - her liquid smile,
The way she knows me, and the way we were
Inseparable. It all combines to pile
Down on me when she is gone, and make
Me linger longing looks on her grey dot,
Glance at my phone in vain, and nearly quake
With hope that she has called when she has not.
It is all one - all absence is a pain
And either this or I must swiftly wane.
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