Absence isn't punctuated
I used to think there were people living under my stairs But now I love you too much to think such silly things I take my medicine just like you said I should I no longer sleep with the light on Or crack the door to catch a glimpse of the mirror In fact I sleep so sound that you wouldn’t even know I was there And sometimes you don’t. I don’t mind waking up alone My mornings will have to do without you Hands outstretched tracing the sheets for a body I come up wanting Searching frantically like a mad woman, grasping nothing but your absence Shifting through the house picking up your secrets and my pride If I could find a way to turn off emotions I would escape But you call that “ill-talk” and I am not well I am love sick-poisoned-I think Dazed, unrealistic, doting and obsessed: the symptoms should read I changed the locks this morning But challenges could never keep you out Your foot was half way in the door as I made my final exit.