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In Absentia

You are imperfectly absent

unlike god,

you are in the empty house

too big for me.

You are outside,

in the thick ancient walls

where I run my hand

and make my finger bleed.

You reverberate

in the space,

surprised by my voice

uncertain.

You are the absent answer

to a cry stifled in my mouth

with a handkerchief.

You are not

where I reach out, when I try

foolishly, because I know

the house is empty, the bed all mine, the shoes too big for me.

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 14th Jun 2015 12:32

A thoughtful piece Celia.
I really like the short but full lines until the last one, which needs to be split into three (IMO).
I love the killer line "you reverberate in the space, surprised by my voice". Wonderful.

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jeremy young

Sun 14th Jun 2015 02:07

I like this very much

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