Still The Missing Poem by Zyw Zywa

Still The Missing



Everything goes on
my life as well
it is not collapsing
but the missing

The wound that bleeds in me
from what could have been
that hot blood
that missing

You knew me
the way I want to be known
so double
is my missing

Your beauty
I'll have to recognize it
in other wonders
of people

in the missing
of your friendship
our existing touchably
together, that missing

will remain

Saturday, May 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: missing
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