Musing Him




Day 1
To say that I miss you
Would not be a lie.
But, I’m bolder when I muse you –
Arranging words
Into stagnant cries…
Day 2
You were not all
That anyway.
You were unspeakably,
All that –
 Everyday.
Day 3
During our journey,
Your cloud was always
Billowing with
Make-this-shit-as-effed 
Up-as-possible.
I ran with it.
Decision Rich,
Just didn’t fit.
But for the life of YOU,
I couldn’t quit.
Still Day 3
Your absent presence
Bothers me.
Your absent presence
Reminds me.
Your absent presence
Is unsoothing.
Your absent presence
Moves me.
Your absent presence
Is deserting me.
Yet, Building
A renewed me.
I’m crying poetically.
The End

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