ABSENCE WHEN IT'S THERE
1
through this
all a blur
nothing settles
all askew
we transit
unknown ground
passing over
others' times
2
and the echoes
seem to haunt
we walk amid
the histories
which are not ours
yet are not alien
something to touch
if not to know
3
still the pain
cuts to the soul
and the doubt
hangs heavy
what we can't have
what we can't hold
waves in taunting
before our eyes
4
in the going
so often wished
moment shifts
perception with it
so we can't know
or can not be
of that absence
when it's there
5
no intentions,
no release,
we are frozen
into dungeon chain;
only exhaustion
separates from dreams,
only fresh loss
divides from wish
- Brendan Tripp
08/31/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp