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ABSENCE (A poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

At certain moments I clutch at the physical
but catch space
gone times beckoning
as memories become shadows
widows of better times
when touch was special…
when whispers were the essence
words now echoing on and on…
denying a presence…
(From the collection, BRING OUR CASKET HOME: Tales one shouldn’t tell 2012)
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  1. Denying a presence,
    But then its better,
    because it so happens,
    the present is nearer,

    A gift beckons,
    refusing to be quietened,
    demanding you live for now,
    to hear the words of friendship,
    to make new memories.

    Just had more thoughts!

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