They say: presence.
I say: absence.
The richness of absence.
The subtlety of it.
The presence of absence.
Is there such a thing?
I love you.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Absence.
I am absorbing your absence.
Then my Mom's.
May 12th.
Then my Dad's.
Then...my own.
Absence.
They say: silence.
I say: absence.
My relationship with
Absence of it all.