[POEM] Home

Life finally starts;
settled in bed beside you,
I am home at last.

My things are scattered
in the hall; box upon box,
waiting for their place.

The morning finds me
sighing my goodbyes; knowing
after every day,
from now ’til death eternal,
I’ll always come home to you.

[POEM] Absence

To feel such relief
and solace in the absence
of an empty life
exhale the pent up anger
inhale sweet contentedness
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He’s gone. Life can continue happier knowing there is a void where he used to be.