In Your Absence

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Colors,

Impassive and comatose,

Chill and bleak,

Like a rainy London day.

Nothing more than abase pastels.

 

Laughter,

Seldom heard,

Often impelled

Like a marathon runner approaching mile twenty-five.

Nothing suggests to impart amusement.

 

Thoughts,

Dispersed,

Everlastingly impatient,

Like waiting for a pot of water to boil.

However, consumed of you.

 

My ears,

Yearn to hear your voice.

My eyes,

Your smile.

My hand,

Yours.

 

In your absence,

I simply long

For you.

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