SHAPE OF ABSENCE IX
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
because
no matter what happens, what is missing
we bear, we alone bear the responsibility.
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