Still missing

The ordeal of missing you
is worse than any rainy weather,
even if you're caught in it without a cape,
the water running down your neck can be endured,
but not your momentary permanence of absence.
There is no one else for me to love so ardently,
although the gods know there are hundreds
whom I miss like you with broken heart,
but they are all deceased, while you are only gone away.
Perhaps you could regard them also just as gone away,
although they haunt me with their presence constantly,
while you are definitely out of reach
in far too real a palpable and painful absence.
Let me cherish you, then, as my queen of ghosts,
the star outshining all the heavens in their darkness,
all the other stars remaining at your pleasure
as commiserating me in my tremendous pain of missing you.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-09-29 at 14:30

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The pain and emptiness of missing someone just out of reach is well expressed, even while there are hundreds to fill the space, only the one will do. I enjoyed reading this.
~Ashe
2014-09-30