Absence

She is my absence
and I,
the whisper
of her lost memory.

Hope abandoned,
we dive into
schemes
plans
sketches
lists
boxes
and schedules
to compel our future into being.

Dreams
were easier
but more easily
turned to mist.

Today
we taste the flesh
of a mango
and let the juice
drip.

'Absence make the heart grow fonder,' says one adage.

'Out of sight, out of mind,' says another.

What to believe?

This is a quandry best expressed by a friend of mind who worried because her fortune cookie contradicted her horoscope.

Absence, like senescence, can not be healed. Once it returns, it's different.

I miss it when it's not there. Absence makes the hair grow blonder the eyes grow bluer and the grass grow longer and greener. Allegedly.

we've all known parents who were strong absences in their children's lives

Absence makes the henry fonda. But soft, what light in rhonda fleming makes! King kong, the witch is dead.

'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Rubbish – it merely increases the confusion and the grief.

'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Rubbish – it merely increases the confusion and the grief.