In the absence of. In the absence of love. In the absence of hope.
There is this one slight frame that keeps me grounded.
In the absence of. In the absence of thought. In the absence of warmth.
There is this innocence that keeps me here.

This small hand. Cool still. Freckle dust on cream.
All those questions. Words. I dont or ever have. And wonder how this was.
This small thing. Pale will. Brittle trust in dreams.
All that wanting. Need. I want and need for being. And wonder what if then.

Please. No please. Dont ever. Dont even change.
Stay frozen. Static. In my instamatic instant. Say cheese.

In the absence of. In the absence of home. In the absence of all.
I will lay me down. To vision why. And why me not.