(Daily) Absence by Omi SalaveaAbscense
Curled against sheets once warmed by
another.
Waking to the empty light
Stumblin across little PostIt note
reminders,
Or a favorite shirt
no footsteps to wake me in the night
Or voice to fill the halls
Only emptiness to fill my little heart
and rememberance to fill the rooms.
(It still hurts, no matter the face, or place, it hurts everytime. I dont want to hurt anymore.) 02/27/2002 Posted on 02/27/2002 Copyright © 2024 Omi Salavea
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