Absence is alive then, it lives with us or without;

it gestures vaguely, it keeps silent, it gets old

withers away, a true being with the silent smile that

           slowly wrinkles

around the mouth and eyes, counted in our time,

losing its colours, with its lengthening shadow

it lives and grows old next to us, then it vanishes

           and stays in what we leave behind.

And we have to be careful with each of our words,

each of our movements and thoughts


no matter what happens, what is missing

we bear, we alone bear the responsibility.