Your very absence calls out to me, and stirs me into wakefulness.
Your absence tugs at me, says, “Here, look at me, think of me, feel me as I am!”
In your presence I shrug my shoulders and walk past. But your absence will not let me walk away so easily.
I sit, lie, stand, walk, talk – anchored to your absence…lingering on the memory of your presence.
In your absence I am alert to your existence – ready to hold you and keep you close beside me.
Your absence follows me like a shadow everywhere.
And when it is dark and the lights are off, suddenly, out of nowhere, your absence visits me once again.