Logic and disbelief wed
In union refusing
The permanence of your
Absence
Nonsensical flirts with absolute
Natural order teases sanity
The emptiness of rooms
Still filled with your things
Scent without true origin
Voice without lasting embodiment
Vapours of remaining
Joy too steep a gradient
Grief is love
Unable to find you
Crying out and hearing no reply
Pleading and receiving no mercy
Grief is love
Taunted by truancy
To stand where you stood
To sit where you sat
To lay where you lay
And still not find you
Becomes incredulity dressed
In acceptance that
I’ll never get passed
You not being here
NaiNai (c) 2022
Me and Mum 2012
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