Absence
I'll miss you until we meet again.
If goodbyes aren't forever, Why do we try to inhale Those from whom we part?
We squeeze desperately And hold our breath to Anchor their memory.
We fear The darkness Of their absence,
And the hole Where once There was presence—
Stillness where There was vibration,
Celebration, Laughter, And light.
Since light cannot be destroyed, Only transformed.
We change, but we never leave.