Seventy Two . . .

Absence

by Stormcat

Sometimes the pain of it is so great

that I simply groan under its weight

the longing

consumes me, longing at the expense of every thinking

as if some craziness has infected my body

For what I face is a fierce absence

one having unknown permanence

unpredictable

and the lack of control makes it all the more untenable

yet I suspect that patience overcomes folly

Come now, my love, at last to relieve

pain which otherwise has no reprieve

your sweet embrace

justifies any amount of pain and will completely erase

all accumulated resentment in totality

But I won't stop myself from indulging

this pain. knowing it a sign of lasting

love. The intensity

indicating the strength thereof. So celebrate the density

of love that can, thus, overwhelm you wholly

Yet my heart cries out. . . when will it all end?

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