An ebony abyss that once soothed me reminds me now only of your hair. And its speckles of white that long ago consoled speak only of light in green eyes. A breeze in the air that should be your breath and the swaying of trees been your sigh. But alone do I sit and gaze into the night reminded that you are not here. Air drawn from a breeze that could be your breath and a straining to hear sound of a sigh. The glint of white light in my watchfullness as I envisage the sparkle of green eyes. A survey of the endless jet of night reminds me now of your hair and a smile creeps to my face alone as I am reminded... that you are.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for the beautiful love of my life. I was inspired by the fact that my love is not here, but I love my love anyway. The title means that even though you are not here, you are in existance. (and not you aren't here but you are here)
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