Absence.

Eyes open slowly.
Another day.
The sun streaming in through the windows,
Embracing her, enveloping her…
… Absence.

The jade curtains,
They’re missing a wind.
The window panes looking down,
At their gloomy shadow.

Only the sun is cheerful – or not –
Coloring the room in white and gold, irrespective.

I get up and walk to the window.
The sunlight cloaks the city – blinding.
Furious.
I am furious.

The trees outside droop and wilt under the harsh sun.
The water in the lake shimmering,
Like diamonds… Or tears.

The city traffic – loud, insensitive.
Much like our arguments.
And the unbearable silence of my room…
Much like our relationship.

Eyes close slowly,
Another day.
The sun streaming in through the windows,
Embracing her, enveloping her absence.
… My absence.

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(This isn’t a poem.)