The Absence.

Frosted waters
are sleeping
in the fridge
and the coldness of
us is the climate
in our hearts.

Winter lips
are dry like
barren caves
where echoes
are quiet
and sad.

Miles away,
we hide what
we feel.
In days and
nights, we
suffer the
absence.

Ignite like
fire, we
spark our
deep longing.
Wrap our arms
with our bare
hands.

Hours played
longer until
we missed
incredible
reunions.

Waiting and
praying
since our
phones stopped
ringing,

we anticipate
our hands to
hold each
other again.

 

2013-2015

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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7 Responses to The Absence.

  1. “Miles away, we hide what we feel. In days and nights, we suffer” powerful, love it man.

  2. jenet12 says:

    I love the use of words and imagery on this poem. Especially the first 12 lines.

  3. calensariel says:

    Full of passionate waiting…

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