In your absence I find
Misfortune, my arms cannot
Recall your form or warmth
Your kiss no longer lingers
On my lips and your scent
Dissipated from the pillows
In your absence I find old
Books in my hands, familiar
Pages and words welcoming
In your absence I shear the weathered
Tops of tables, grind them smooth,
Reconstruct and repurpose
There is beauty in all things, and worthy
Of focus, it can be coaxed into the light
And flourish
In your absence I discover
A neuroplastic garden,
Firing synapse into synapse
Opening an umbrella shower
Of floral sparks that blossom
And shimmer through the dark
In your absence I find myself
And lay dreaming
