Alone hours
Through,
Across
inched cutlery
You reach me,
am almost home.
The gap between
A hello and a bye
Mundane to you
A lifetime to me.
Dim hours
A struggle
Through,
Amidst
callous remarks
I missed you
Amidst
kind words
I missed yours
Amidst pain
I held to "small fly" dictum
For
when I needed you most
you were nowhere
And yet, and yet
I felt your presence
A presence felt than seen
In every sunken moment
I survived.
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